"You're talking about Miss Nan Yan..." Wu Yue unconsciously spoke.
As the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized the implications and his nerves tensed immediately.
Oh my goodness!
He had actually fallen into this woman's trap!
She deliberately wanted to get him to spill the beans, pulling him this way and that, distracting him enough to blurt out Nan Yan's name...
But now that he had already said it, he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to.
His brain raced, and he decided to advance by retreating, asking directly, "Miss Luo Ling, why would you suddenly take an interest in a high school student?"
"It's nothing. I just think that girl is pretty."
Luo Ling casually remarked and then disregarded Wu Yue's intentions.
With her head slightly lowered, she messaged her subordinates, a sinister glint in her eyes.
[Look into a girl named Nan Yan, around eighteen or nineteen years old, said to be quite attractive.]
