Lu Yang decided to stretch Lin Qinglan.
The effect was obvious.
Lin Qinglan sent many messages, and the interval between each message grew shorter and shorter.
And the content of the messages also carried more 'nutrients.'
She was clearly anxious.
After all, she was just a little girl, and though her mind might be as mature as an adult's,
her emotional control and mentality were not yet fully ripe.
"That foot is mine."
"I thought you, brother-in-law, knew that already."
"Brother-in-law took longer to reach out to me than I expected."
"Brother-in-law, I like you, do you like my foot?"
...
Looking at these explosive messages,
Lu Yang's mouth curved into a smirk.
He treated all these messages as nonsense.
But he also wanted to know why Lin Qinglan was doing all this.
After all, aside from that outrageous act with her foot, at the Lin Family's place, Lin Qinglan had been nothing short of perfect.
