"..." The man's handsome face was frozen solid. Qiao Yu, oblivious to the danger, rambled on. "Hey, handsome. I've got a bone to pick with you. If you want to come home with me, you can't be making that face. Right now, you're colder than the inside of my fridge... Come on, sell it a little. Give me a smile." She flashed him a fake, wide grin, gesturing for him to do the same. In response, the man