Lin Bingxuan lightly punched Xiao Tian's arm and said, "Stop keeping us in suspense, just tell us!"
Seeing Lin Bingxuan's persistent and eager expression for the answer, Xiao Tian could only sigh at the nature of women indeed being curious as he revealed the answer: "The four words are Shanghai Famous Journalist."
"Famous prostitute?"
Hearing Lin Bingxuan's odd tone, Xiao Tian quickly added, "It's journalist's 'journalist'!"
"Hey, I didn't say it was anything else." Lin Bingxuan playfully asked, "Why are you so eager to explain?"
Xiao Tian was taken aback, then started rubbing his hands together: "Bingxuan! You've been recovering well lately!"
Lin Bingxuan seemed a bit puzzled, but felt there was some malice in Xiao Tian's words.
"We haven't... in a while..." Xiao Tian didn't finish his sentence, but Lin Bingxuan's face turned red. She naturally understood what Xiao Tian was implying.
