The Taste Is Not Perfect

With that, Lin Yi continued typing on his phone as if he was explaining something.

Caie Mitsui's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Then, she also began to make a call on her phone.

However, she was trying her best to keep the conversation to herself. She didn't want Lin Yi to know too much.

Lin Yi glanced at Caie Mitsui out of the corner of his eye and deleted the two WeChat messages.

"Fortunately, it didn't take more than two minutes. Otherwise, I'd have to waste my breath explaining again," Lin Yi said in his heart.

About ten minutes later, Caie Mitsui finished arranging everything and said,

"Let's go to the office. I'll show you around."

"I saw that you were quite busy just now. If you have something to do, I'll head back first."

"It's nothing. Nothing is more important than you."

"Then let's go. I have nothing to do."

Lin Yi's plan had thoroughly deceived Caie Mitsui. She was not suspicious of him at all.