Zhou Lin looked at Xu Wanwan and smiled faintly. "You must be scared, right?"
Xu Wanwan looked up at the woman's eyes, unable to guess what she meant.
That day at the Li family's house, Zhou Lin was clearly hostile toward her, but today, she seemed to have become a different person.
She shook her head and said in a detached tone, "It's okay, but you don't have to pay for the meal. I can do it myself."
She didn't like to owe anyone anything, especially this woman who had a relationship with Li Jingran.
A trace of surprise emerged in Zhou Lin's eyes. She carefully observed Xu Wanwan's clothes and felt a little disdainful in her heart.
It seemed that she was really a little vixen staying with the Li family. She was wearing all brand-name clothes.
How could an eighteen-year-old girl have such an ability to buy such expensive clothes?
