Chapter 276 My Mom’s Chanting Prayers

• Edward stared at Zhuge Qing, doubt crowding his mind. Was this a man or a woman? The person in front of him was thin, skin like snow, features fine and pretty, brows gentle, even with a young softness still clinging to the face. A fitted suit, side-swept bangs—the whole vibe was androgynous with a wicked edge. Because of the angle, Edward couldn’t even see if there was an Adam’s apple at the throat. Still, asking someone’s gender straight up was crude and rude.
• “Mr. Raine, had your fill?”
• A low, smoky voice rolled out. Male. Edward’s mind cleared. Then he smacked his tongue—wicked charm plus that slight smoky rasp? Zhuge Qing had to be a lady-killer.