Lin Yingying giggled, and although her words were teasing, they were indeed true.
That night, she had taken the medicine.
If it weren't for Long Fei's robust health, he really wouldn't have been able to help her.
Perhaps it was because she had never been with a man or maybe all men were like that, but either way, it was none of her business any more.
Shortly after, there was a knock at the president's office door.
Lin Yingying straightened her clothes but didn't speak just yet.
Her uncle, Lin Guohao, barged in with his son Lin Jiahui, scanned the president's office, hands behind his back, and said admiringly, "It's been a while since I've been here, when did they put up this glass partition? No good, no good, it disrupts the feng shui."
Lin Jiahui boasted, "Dad, just wait a couple of days, after I move in here, we can just take it down."
Lin Guohao laughed, "That's also true."
Lin Yingying and Long Fei stood up, scolding them sharply, "Uncle, who let you in?"
