Qin Tian is well aware of Xiao Zhuang's tendencies, especially the look in his eyes when he spots a beautiful woman he's interested in.
The kind of wide-eyed, dazzling state that seems to light up the entire world — Qin Tian saw it once and could never forget it.
Right now, Xiao Zhuang has that exact look, facing a corner of the bar with glowing eyes.
"Hey, watch your drool, you're about to drip it into the wine bottle!"
Seeing Xiao Zhuang's neck stretched out, Qin Tian grumpily said, and then followed Xiao Zhuang's gaze, his eyes suddenly froze.
Sure enough, in the direction Xiao Zhuang was looking, there sat a beauty, a stunning beauty.
The girl looked in her twenties, with long black hair, an oval-shaped face, exquisitely elegant features, and dressed with great care, wearing foreign brands, draped in a white coat, sitting there drinking alone, occasionally lifting her gaze to glance around, seemingly waiting for someone or searching for someone.
