Bai Bufan's gaze met Lin Li's through the mirror.
Lin Li, this damn weed (艹皿艹)凸!!!
Now he can't help but see the truth.
All the recent conversation was a trap set by Lin Li after changing clothes and leaving first, realizing Xue Jian was waiting outside!
This petty person who never lets anything go, just because I threw him under the bus in front of Xue Jian, does he have to do this?
Seemingly aware of Bai Bufan's gaze, Xue Jian, who was sneering at the door, also looked at Lin Li who was tidying his hair, and lifted his chin:
"Lin Li, two thousand words for you too, same."
"Huh? Why?"
Lin Li was stunned when he heard, puzzledly turned his head to look at Xue Jian, using his index finger to point at his own nose.
Xue Jian smirked without much humor: "Lin Li, tell me, if you had the chance next time, would you dare to do something similar again?"
This was the very trap question Lin Li just threw at Bai Bufan.
