Lin Qingya's face turned red as she said, "No, what I wanted to ask you is, do you still have any of those face masks from last time?"
Last night, Lin Qingya suffered from insomnia again. Although Qin Hai hadn't slept in her bed this time, his words kept replaying in her mind, preventing her from falling asleep. As a direct consequence, like yesterday, dark circles appeared under her eyes. Naturally, she thought of the face mask Qin Hai had given her last time.
"Oh, I should still have some. I'll look for them. Those people should still be distributing masks nearby." Qin Hai, disappointed, got out of the car again.
Watching Lin Qingya drive towards Yafang Tower not far away, Qin Hai sighed. It seemed that capturing the female president's heart was still a long way off, and he needed to continue his diligent efforts.