Tao Yiru’s friend took her to the restroom while Qi Yan sat on the sofa, still a little bit lost. “Qian Qian?” “I’m fine,” Qi Yan shook his head and sighed, “I feel like I’m in a movie.” Deng Linlin, who was standing beside them, nodded silently. She felt there was something going on between Master Qi and this gentleman. ...