C61 Reviving from the Dead

Beigong Ziqing offered him another cup of milk tea and took a seat opposite him. "I've heard rumors you're not into women. So why the intense gaze as soon as you walked in?"

"Who told you that?" Zhao Han lifted the milk tea to his lips and took a sip.

Suddenly, he spat it out, splattering Beigong Ziqing's face.

"Zhao Han, you..