Ling Fufu's pretty face flushed red. Gritting her teeth in shy annoyance, she shouted, "What are you thinking? I mean, you can use me as a shield, I can cover you in the Ling Family!"
"Tch, and here I thought it was something good."
Ye Huan spread his hands, looking regretful.
Seeing this, Ling Fufu smacked Ye Huan's shoulder hard and glared at him. "Cut the crap, I know you're not that kind of guy. Also, watch it or I'll go report to the beauty Bing Ning and make sure you can't get on the bed tonight!"
Ye Huan smiled and said nothing more.
The die was cast; whether he wanted to or not, he had to be this shield. Besides, Ling Zhiyuan had acted all high and mighty, putting on a show in front of him, and he really couldn't stand that kind of arrogant punk.
If Ling Zhiyuan didn't want to live anymore, he didn't mind lending him a hand.
