A young lady with delicate features, bright eyes, and white teeth came to the door shyly and timidly. If she was looking for Wen Yanqing...Lin Gantang realized that her fists had hardened.
"Who is this Yanqing?" The girl did not know Wen Yanqing. She said, "I'm looking for Sir Wen Rendong."
Oh, she was looking for Wen Rendong; that was fine.
Lin Gantang's fists unclenched. She seemed to recall that Wen Rendong had a thing for young girls. Could this innocent, delicate girl before her be another fish trapped in his pond?
However, compared to Liao Na, who slapped everyone she saw, she was much more human. At the very least, she could speak like a normal human being.
"Why are you looking for him?" Lin Gantang asked.
