Just a moment ago, I thought Lin Zifeng had finally come to his senses and knew gratitude, and Nangong Bing, with her proud nature, was quite pleased. At least this annoying guy knew to curry favor with her. She, who had always lived in luxury and elegance, couldn't help but feel a bit high and mighty.
But Lin Zifeng's next words, as he held a chicken leg, completely dispelled her bit of goodwill towards him.
Even her own cousin couldn't help but nearly burst into laughter.
As a CEO, how could she tolerate this?
"You...!" Nangong Bing suddenly stood up, so angry her fingers trembled continuously, and her tone of voice was even more agitated.
"Did I, did I say something wrong?" Lin Zifeng was rather sincere, with an innocent expression as if he knew nothing, coupled with his natural rustic air, he was simply a loathsome scoundrel.
"Lin, are you doing this on purpose!?"
