Ye Anran really wanted to gouge her own eyes out.
Is Bo Youlin sick or what? Seriously ill, perhaps?
Before, she only thought Bo Youlin was scum, but now she feels that he's not just scum but also cheap, disgusting, and perverted.
She had planned to come and get it herself since she wasn't far away, knowing now she should have just let the bodyguard come in and get it.
"Anran, did you forget your bag?" Bo Youlin asked gently, holding the bag in his hand, a beaming smile on his face.
One hand in his pocket, the other holding her handbag, standing straight, his smile could only be described as warm and tender.
Two years ago, Ye Anran was indeed attracted by this elegant, gentle-looking young gentleman, thinking that he was a refined warm man.
But looking at him now, she realized how naive she had been back then.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but thank her dear sister again. If it weren't for her dear sister, she would have fallen into a painful abyss by now!!
