Resolve conflicts?
When Shen Lin said this, it was as light as the willow fluff that danced through the air in spring, as if a gentle breeze could make it disappear without a trace.
But in Yang Fan's eyes, there was scorn as he looked at this scrawny fellow.
Not to mention, he really embodied the essence of a petty person.
"Go on, have a drink with your Uncle Shen!"
Zhou Wenhui, holding a basket of vegetables, suddenly walked out of the kitchen and instructed Yang Fan with a smile.
Yang Fan's gaze turned dull and his neck stiff as he slowly turned to look at Zhou Wenhui.
Was this woman crazy?
Meeting his incredulous gaze, Zhou Wenhui chuckled and gave Yang Fan a sly wink.
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment. What did that mean?
Keeping a mysterious and faint smile on her lips, Zhou Wenhui nodded at Yang Fan again.
