When Lin Fan stepped into the venue.
Sitting there, a somewhat spaced-out Zhao Jiaqi rolled her eyes.
"You finally deigned to come back!"
This guy had been gone for almost an hour.
If he had something to do, he must have finished it by now.
"What, jealous?"
Lin Fan laughed and leaned back in his chair.
At the same time, his gaze drifted off toward Zhou Bin in the distance.
Upon making eye contact, Zhou Bin hurriedly turned his head away.
Pretending not to see him.
"Nonsense, why would I be jealous of you, you scumbag? Don't forget, you promised Qi Qi to go back for dinner."
Zhao Jiaqi glared fiercely at Lin Fan and said, "Are you here to tell me you're not leaving today? Is the Holy Maiden that amusing?"
"At your young age, why don't you learn to behave? Always spouting such lewd nonsense, aren't you afraid of not getting married?"
