Listening to Jing Yijun's words, Song Lingling nearly choked on the thinly sliced grilled meat in her mouth.
She coughed twice, lightly patting her chest.
Jing Yijun raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a disdainful yet slightly indulgent expression: "Was that necessary?"
Song Lingling caught her breath, picked up the juice and drank two big sips before looking directly at Jing Yijun: "What did you just say?"
"I just saw Song Nuoyu..."
Jing Yijun told Song Lingling about what happened earlier.
After listening, Song Lingling couldn't help but admire Song Nuoyu's thick skin: "She's really persistent."
"There's always women wanting to flirt with me, you need to keep a close watch on me."
Song Lingling beckoned with her finger: "Come here."
Jing Yijun moved his chair and sat down beside Song Lingling.
Song Lingling turned to look at him: "Want to get rid of them?"
Jing Yijun nodded: "Of course."
"Want them to give up?"
