Lu Ming looked at Lin Yin in confusion. Lin Yin was caught between laughter and tears. The girl beside her laughed and said, "Sister, your man is a good one. Yours is sincere. Unlike mine, he's already in a daze, but he still won't tell me his bank password."
As she spoke, the girl sneered at the equally dumbfounded man opposite him.
Lin Yin smiled awkwardly at the girl until she felt a slightly moist itchiness in her palm. Only then did Lin Yin retract her hand in a panic and ask with a slightly straight face, "Lu Ming, what are you doing?"
Lu Ming smiled at Lin Yin. His silly look made Lin Yin lose her temper.
"Next time, don't say your bank card password in front of others." Lin Yin sat back in her seat angrily.
Lu Ming said matter-of-factly, "Yinyin is not others. What's mine is Yinyin's."
