Huo Tingxiao gracefully picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, his gaze lightly settling on Lin Yize, who was already somewhat frantic.
"Does President Lin know why I asked you out today?"
Lin Yize, full of caution, watched him, very carefully responding, fearing that he might inadvertently fall into one of Huo Tingxiao's mental traps again.
"President Huo's thoughts are so profound; how dare I presume to speculate?"
Huo Tingxiao's slender fingers tapped lightly on the low table, creating a faint sound. After a pause, he spoke:
"Because I wanted to thank you in person, President Lin."
Lin Yize, puzzled, grew even more guarded.
"Is President Huo mocking me?"
"Hmm? Why would President Lin say that? I truly mean it. If it weren't for President Lin, I wouldn't have realized that my wife is not only intelligent but also trustworthy enough for me."
Striking the vital point and aiming for the heart, Huo Tingxiao's words instantly ignited Lin Yize's anger.
