He walked too quickly and bumped into Qin Ruibing's hand, which was holding a briefcase.,That plump, full shape, perfectly natural. And the low bowing posture, curving together, form a graceful line.,The young people over there were robbed of their words by Qin Ru Bing's outburst. Their faces flushed, a flicker of anger passing across them, as if they were about to lash out.。