"Gurgle! Gurgle!"
Staring at Wang Xiaolin's enticing figure, Lin Yifan couldn't help but swallow, feeling a bit hungry and thirsty.
Feeling Lin Yifan's fiery gaze, Wang Xiaolin happily squinted her eyes, "You little rascal, I'm going to reel you in today, and see how you'll escape from the palm of my hand."
With a plan in mind, she stood up from her seat and approached Lin Yifan, bending forward slightly as she asked, "Mr. Lin, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh my god! What's this? Deliberately tempting me to commit a crime?"
Lin Yifan found this woman too frightening, so he quickly replied and left, "There's nothing I need help with, you go about your work."
Seeing Lin Yifan hurry off, the corners of Wang Xiaolin's mouth curved up slightly, thinking to herself, "Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold out."
Having dodged a bullet, Lin Yifan calmed down and began to fiddle with his phone to distract himself.
