In the midst of Lan Yiqing's stiff smile, Lin Mubai coldly said, "Miss, we're not very familiar, are we? Please address me as Mr. Lin or Chairman Lin. I really can't take being called Brother Mubai—if my wife knew and misunderstood, it wouldn't be good."
Young Master Lin's voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone to hear, which made one imagine the colorful scene of An Yuya's complexion at the moment—it was undoubtedly spectacular.
Growing up, she had indeed been embarrassed before, but never as humiliated as at this moment. After all, being a woman, her psychological endurance was somewhat weak. An Yuya bit her lip tightly and stood in place, stubbornness and unwilling hate filling her eyes.
There's a saying: the deeper you love someone, the deeper you hate them. At this moment, An Yuya truly started to hate. Why could this man in front of her hurt her so recklessly, just because she loved him?
Tears spun in her eyes for a long time but never fell.
