"What's wrong with your face?"
Lin Yun frowned slightly, and her tone carried a hint of displeasure.
Seeing that he was somewhat unhappy, the manager waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Nothing, nothing, everyone has their preferences, as long as you like it, that's what matters. Just pretend I didn't say anything earlier."
Lin Yun rolled her eyes speechlessly, "You've misunderstood, it's not what you think at all."
The manager raised an eyebrow and said in a suggestive tone, "What? Still embarrassed to admit it? We've known each other for so many years, do we really need to be so secretive?"
Lin Yun's expression grew even more speechless upon hearing this, "You're really overthinking."
"Really? Is it true?
The manager was skeptical, "But, why do I feel like the way you looked at her just now was the same as how you used to look at Qiao Jing?"
