“Then how do you know he really was that handsome?”

“The way the girl described him! Plus, even the few queen of the night scene who were regulars of Queen were stunned and all tried to chat him up at various times!”

“Ah-choo!” A corner of the tissue paper over Gu Nian’s nose was blew upward.

Jiang Xiaoqing stuck her head over from the back seat and asked nervously, “Are you okay, Gu Nian? You didn’t catch a cold, did you?”

“?” The woman stiffened and looked up.

The gold chain from his spectacles shook slightly. The man’s smile was still the same as before. Lowering his head slightly, he gave her a tender but cold look.

“I am germophobic. Dirt bothers me.”

That night, Jiang Xiaoqing was the living example of Murphy’s Law.

At 9:15 PM, just when Gu Nian had finished washing up and was getting ready to go to bed for the early day the next morning, her cellphone vibrated.

The caller was Jiang Xiaoqing.