Feng Lin was utterly puzzled. "What's wrong with me?"
You still have to ask? Disgusting!"
Qin Lili stomped her feet in embarrassment.
Feng Lin grew more and more confused; he had studied psychology after all.
But he still could not see through the mysterious thought processes of a woman.
He shook his head slightly, not wanting to waste time. "I'm leaving, I won't bother you anymore."
"Uncle, did you forget something?"
Qin Lili followed behind Feng Lin, asking shyly.
Feng Lin felt his pockets and realized he hadn't dropped anything. "Forgot what?"
"Of course, my phone number!"
Qin Lili took out a white phone, and scolded coquettishly, "Disgusting, having to make the girl say it out loud."
Feng Lin hesitated for a moment. If he left and Wang Zhong brought back a skilled person,
the one at a loss would be Qin Lili.
She had initially saved him out of kindness; he might as well help if he could.
Thinking this, Feng Lin exchanged contact information with Qin Lili.
