Bao Shaojin glanced at her sideways but didn't respond.
An Yin's phone was firmly gripped in the man's hand, and even though she was unwilling, she didn't dare to snatch it back.
The disparity in strength between the two was too great; An Yin dared not act rashly.
In the hall, the man leisurely seated himself in front of the sofa, tapping lightly on the phone screen with his distinctly jointed fingers, and at once, faint sounds reached An Yin's ears.
An Yin looked at her phone painfully.
"Sit." Bao Shaojin gazed into the distance with a calm expression.
Seeing his steady tone and serene expression, An Yin gradually let down her guard and sat about a meter away from the man.
Most of the time, the young lady was quite obedient. Bao Shaojin looked at her timid appearance and spoke in a low tone, "What do you like about Bao Cheng?"
If it were before, he wouldn't have bothered to ask this question.
