When Ding Yin spoke, Ya Dang had fumbled to pass the hula hoop through his head and down to hold it around his hips. The scene was just odd. Ya Dang, one of the four commanders of An Hun Group who could intimidate a large group of tycoons and politicians, and be given their submission just by his presence. Yet now he was here twirling a hula hoop. If the word got out, people might actually laugh until they dropped.
"We're not close. No need." Yun Jian glared at Ding Yin, well aware of her purpose. It was just to embarrass her.
Ding Yin had paid attention to her for a long time. If Yun Jian could not even sense Ding Yin's open staring, her years as a secret agent would have gone down the drain.
Hearing what she said, Ding Yi scoffed at Yun Jian in her mind but she kept her smile plastered.
