Yun Yuwan, utterly speechless, said, "… Shut up, Oriole, I'm here to ask about my brother, not to have you ogle wild men."
Lin Chu finally realized she had gone too far and sat up straight, coughing twice, "Your brother, this, 'that's about enough', such a strange attitude, he sends flowers to show he loves you, yet also indicates his patience has run out."
Yun Yuwan looked eagerly at her, waiting for her to expound.
Lin Chu, feeling embarrassed, admitted, "This time I really don't know."
Yun Yuwan was in despair.
If even the resourceful Sister Lin didn't know, then who else could make sense of it.
Even Lin Chu found it strange, "What happened to the bursting confidence you had before, why do you always hesitate when it comes to Wen Yangzhi?"
Yun Yuwan stuttered for a moment, subconsciously finding an excuse, "Isn't it all because of Chen Zhu?"
Lin Chu had an epiphany.
Chen Zhu was a Chinese person Yun Yuwan had met in Belgium.
