Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Yan Pianpian's cheeks flushed, but she had long since lost the slight reserve she once had in front of Huang Xiaolong. Huang Xiaolong's heroic and peerless methods had thoroughly conquered her. Now, whenever she closed her eyes, his invincible figure would dominate her thoughts.
Yan Pianpian murmured a soft "mm-hmm."
For no apparent reason, Feng Hanyan felt an acidic surge of jealousy well up in her heart, envying Yan Pianpian at that moment.
Huang Xiaolong let out a yawn but soon turned his attention to Lin Zicong.
"Young Master Lin, I've got a small matter here. You take care of it for me," Huang Xiaolong said in a carefree tone.
"Teacher, what do you need?" Lin Zicong said, rubbing his hands eagerly.
Right then, Huang Xiaolong took out several stacks of yellow paper from his canvas bag and placed them on the table. "Here, Young Master Lin, fold these pieces of yellow paper into paper ingots for me."
