Not only did she want to be superficial, but she also wanted to be a bootlicker.
Sensing Ye Caitang's burning gaze, Qin Ruohan suddenly put away his cell phone and hooked his finger at Ye Caitang.
"Come here."
Ye Caitang looked at Qin Ruohan's fair and slender fingers and thought to herself: Be more reserved.
If he told her to go over and she just went over… How undignified would that be?
However, her legs were not controlled by her brain. She walked towards Qin Ruohan eagerly.
"Mr. Qin, are you looking for me?"
Ye Caitang could not help but blush and ask shyly. When she reached Qin Ruohan, she gazed at his strikingly handsome face.
Qin Ruohan patted his long legs.
"Sit."
Ye Caitang's face suddenly became even hotter.
"Uh…"
"Um, Mr. Qin, you're in an armchair."
Her sweet and soft voice carried a trace of nervousness as she said shyly,