Yan Ting clearly didn't expect this little woman to ask him for assurances, and he was momentarily stunned.
Lin Banxia curled her lips into a smile and chuckled softly, "I'm teasing you. How could you possibly cut ties with her now? But you must promise me, even if your grandfather insists on pushing her by your side, you can't develop any feelings for her, not even a shred of thought about her."
Yan Ting let out a low laugh: "Are you jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous." Lin Banxia answered with a straight face.
Yan Ting gently tilted her small face upward, his thin lips passionately brushing against hers as he whispered, "Don't worry, I won't have any relationship with her. She's just my assistant right now, and I'm planning on driving her away from me soon."
"She was sent by your grandfather—how are you going to force her to leave?" Lin Banxia felt her uneasiness melting away as she listened to him.
