"Lin Kuang, thank you for saving me once again," Fan Bingbing said with a smile.
Although she had learned from Lin Kuang what had just happened, she remained remarkably composed and showed no signs of lingering fear. Such self-possession was beyond that of an ordinary person. Looking at Fan Bingbing, a hint of admiration appeared in Lin Kuang's eyes.
"Why be so formal with me?" Lin Kuang said with a smile, his gaze holding a deeper meaning.
Hearing this, Fan Bingbing's pretty face flushed, as if she understood the implication of his words. She could not help but roll her eyes at him.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang smiled slightly. "Alright, you should call Zhao You and the others so they don't worry about you."
Upon hearing his words, Fan Bingbing finally remembered Zhao You and the others. She quickly picked up the phone in the room and dialed his number.
