Lin Shanchu leaned back on the sofa and looked thoughtfully at Number 1357.
"Tell me… Why is Huo Chaosheng so insistent on having dinner with me?"
"Maybe it's because he's dying to have dinner with you."
Number 1357's words did not sound like an answer.
However, Lin Shanchu narrowed her eyes and thought about it carefully. She felt that Number 1357 was implying something.
"Why does Huo Chaosheng suddenly want to have dinner with me?"
"Maybe it's because…"
As Number 1357 spoke, he suddenly paused. "Are you trying to worm information out of me?"
Lin Shanchu stared at Number 1357, not letting go of any minute changes in his expression.
"Have you read the original plot behind my back?"
If Number 1357 had not known something from reading the original plot, he would not have said such unfathomable words.
Number 1357's face was filled with frustration after he was seen through.
"I can't tell you."
