"I am already married and have kids about your age, so don't worry, I'm not some creepy old man." The middle-aged man appeared completely exasperated. Looking at Mu Lin changing the subject so quickly, he was afraid that she would come out with another audacious statement, "Young lady, are you also representing a company at this investment conference?"
Under the anxious gaze of the man opposite her, Mu Lin slowly shook her head. "No, I'm just passing by." The words she wanted to say were swallowed back bit by bit.
In fact, Mu Lin herself didn't know why she was conversing with him like this, maybe because she felt he somewhat resembled her master; hence, even though they were strangers, she still felt a hint of familiarity from him.
Hearing Mu Lin's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but chuckle.
"Also." Mu Lin looked at him matter-of-factly, "My name is Mu Lin, not 'young lady.' It puts me at a disadvantage." She felt genuinely at a loss, not joking at all.
