Lin Yuan smiled inwardly. This little girl was still too green; although she had been through a lot, her little tricks were no match for Lin Yuan, the thousand-year-old fox.
"Oh? Do you want me to take extra care of your dad? Well, that's easy to manage. Uncle Wang is one of my people at Rice Flower Fragrance, and as the Boss, I naturally won't let him down," Lin Yuan pretended not to catch her implication and steered the conversation toward Uncle Wang with a laugh.
Panpan was practically speechless. Lin Yuan clearly understood what she meant, but deliberately refused to fall into her trap—it was both annoying and funny.
Panpan sighed, her little nose wrinkled as she said, "Boss Lin, look at you. You clearly know what I'm talking about, yet you insist on playing dumb. Never mind, I saw you at the entrance of the teahouse that day. But don't worry, they didn't see you."
It was indeed about that matter.
Lin Yuan's lips curled, but she said nothing.
