Lin Jingshu instinctively reached out her hand.
Just a second before she'd snatch the phone, Chen Enci swiftly pulled it back, "Teacher Lin Jingshu," she said, "I advise you not to go crying about our encounter today on Weibo, or else I'll release this voice recording so everyone can appreciate what a 'little white flower in a golden age' sounds like."
Observing Lin Jingshu's changing expressions, Chen Enci leisurely rose from her seat.
She moved half a step towards the exit of the open-air café, then stopped. "Oh, by the way, thanks for the high tea, Teacher Lin Jingshu."
That said, she blew a cheeky kiss to Lin Jingshu, then striding away on her high heels without looking back.
Watching Chen Enci's retreating figure, Lin Jingshu was so angry she almost fainted. She held her chest and took a while to calm down.
Thanks? Who needs your thank you!
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When Chen Enci returned to her room, Lu Xing had just finished her physiotherapy and was listening to the voice message she sent.
