“I’m not angry.” Cen Baihe put his coat on the sofa. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his perfect collarbone. “Really?” Qi Yan looked at Cen Baihe suspiciously, and seeing that he was still expressionless, he walked up to him with a smile, wrapped his arms around his neck and said, “I helped her because of her parents. That’s all.” “I ...