After Ding Xue left, Lin Yingying returned to her office in a sullen mood.
Long Fei followed her in, sat down beside her, and patted her head. "Thinking about the assassin matter?"
Lin Yingying nodded, leaned on his shoulder, and sighed softly, "Yes, just when things had calmed down for a couple of days, we can't catch a break."
Long Fei consoled her, "You'll get used to it. A louse on a bald head is soon found out, but we have more than one enemy anyway. From what Ding Xue said, their target should be me. You just need to be a little more vigilant normally."
Lin Yingying frowned, "It's exactly because it is you that I'm worried! Open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. Who knows what tactics they will use?"
Long Fei laughed and said, "You've used that idiom well. There's also one that goes, 'Meet the soldier with a ruse, meet the water with a dam.' Let the winds blow from all directions; I shall stand firm as a mountain."
"Show-off!"
