The fiery battle lasted for half an hour before it finally ended.
Lin Tian, hugging the sweaty Zhao Chunlian, chuckled and said, "Auntie, you can't keep up, huh? Just a little while and you're out of strength."
"I... how can I compare with you? You're so young and strong, and Auntie is just an old woman past her prime," Zhao Chunlian gasped out.
"Not old at all, Auntie, you still have charm, and I like it very much," Lin Tian laughed.
A blush instantly flew across Zhao Chunlian's face, and her eyes also contained a bit of shyness.
Lin Tian then said, "Auntie, I came to you because there's something important."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Chunlian asked curiously.
"That He Caixun has been stealthily rummaging through my office, not just once either. I suspect she wants to steal my beauty serum formula," Lin Tian whispered.
"What? Is that so!"
Zhao Chunlian showed a deep look of shock, and she even wore an indignant expression on her face.
