Chapter 142

• Qin Shuhan's face turned ashen. The hand which had just been about to pull the door shut gripped the handle tightly as the door creaked back open, ready for Qin Shuhan to make her escape.
• “Close the door,” his deep voice could be heard especially clearly in the lonely night.
• Qin Shuhan took a big gulp of her milk tea as her heart screamed at her not to do so, but under the man's sharp gaze she could only reluctantly pull the door shut. Cautiously taking a step forward, she laughed nervously, “P-President, what are you doing here? Why didn't you let me know you were dropping by? I would have waited for you downstairs.”