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Whether Ling Qingyu's premonition came true or not, she had planned to get away early. She no longer had desired to play officials routine with the bank manager, only wishing the man came to her service fast.

On the other side, the female clerk, who was conversing with Lin Fan, followed his gaze and saw two women hobbling away.

She wrinkled her forehead as she sneered—Men were no good, always not satisfied with a single boat—but her expression didn't change. As someone familiar with customer service, the clerk had learned to control her emotion from exuding outward.

Not knowing the clerk looked down on him, Lin Fan laughed and shook his head, and returned to flirting mode.

"What makes you laugh?" The clerk became curious. She wondered whether this man knew the two women, her eyes laid on.

"It's nothing. I just thought about weird stuff." Lin Fan replied. "Forgive me darling, I was distracted."