Lin Yin slowly stood up and looked at Yue Han, who was sitting there, with an ambiguous gaze. Then, she turned around and was about to leave.
Yue Han did not get Lin Yin's word and immediately stood up in front of her unhappily. He said gloomily, "Lin Yin, I need an accurate word from you."
Lin Yin reached out nimbly and grabbed Yue Han's neck under his gradually widening eyes. She warned, "Yue Han, you'd better not provoke me and my family. Otherwise, I won't be polite to you."
Lin Yin shook Yue Han off ruthlessly, leaving Yue Han burning with anger.
Seeing Lin Yin leave completely intact, Sun Biao and the others heaved a sigh of relief.
Lin Yin looked at the expressions of Sun Biao and the others and felt inexplicably amused. "What's wrong? Nothing will happen to me in broad daylight, right?"
Sun Biao sighed. How could he not be worried? He felt that Lin Yin had enemies everywhere.
