Song Bingyun glanced at Tang Yi and said, "When men talk, it's all lies—twenty-four lies in a single fart!"
"Mr. Tang, when did you become so slick and smooth-talking?"
"Are you planning to hone your skills early and then go out to deceive little girls?"
Tang Yi immediately swore, "Absolutely not, if you don't believe me, you can ask Lin Yin."
Lin Yin rarely spoke, but she found the car ride quite boring; hearing Tang Yi's words, she couldn't help but chuckle and said, "President Song, that really doesn't suit Mr. Tang."
"I also believe that every word Mr. Tang says is true."
"If we're comparing President Song to Liu Qingqing, you definitely outdo her by a hundredfold."
No girl dislikes being praised, and upon hearing this, she laughed happily and said, "Yin Yin, don't be led astray by Mr. Tang."
"By the way, Yin Yin, what type do you like? Tang Yi has a nice brother; if you're interested, shall I introduce him to you?"
