Bingbing knelt beside Yin Muchen's leg as she begged for help, and all of a sudden, the room exploded.
The young masters were all laughing. "Haha, Young Master Yin, see how charming you are, we are all in the room, but Bingbing can't see us! There's only room for you in her eyes."
"Yes, Young Master Yin. We have not introduced who you are yet, but Bingbing recognized you. I don't think there's a woman in T City who doesn't know your name."
Yin Muchen was still smoking. His face was cold and pale amidst the smoke. Only when he heard the jokes of those people did he raise his lips and make a "ha" sound.
His big hand on the shoulder of the main lady loosened as he placed it lazily on the back of the sofa. After frowning and taking a puff of the cigarette, he then projected his gaze on the woman kneeling on the carpet with interest.
