“
Wen Yifan faced him, half-leaning on the wall. In the quiet atmosphere, she didn’t know why, but she wanted to flirt with him all of a sudden. “Sang Yan, say, did my dad send you over to be good to me?”
Sang Yan raised his eyelashes, admitting very quickly, “No.”
“…”
After two seconds.
He added casually, “I came of my own will.
”
”