"Do you think that's tasty?" Lin Chuan teased.
The Little Landlady pouted and retorted, "Chairman, you're tastier."
"What?"
Lin Chuan's face froze in surprise.
"Let's have dinner first, otherwise my chairman might starve and won't have any strength later," the Little Landlady said with a laugh.
Lin Chuan grinned, unable to resist, truly a bit overwhelmed.
When it came to this, the Little Landlady was a notch above him, who could stand it?
Better to deal with business first.
Lin Chuan opened the chat window with Xia Qingqing and sent a message, "Officer Xia, I need a favor."
It wasn't long before.
Xia Qingqing replied, "Writer Lin, your few words make me feel a bit distant."
"What feels distant about them?" Lin Chuan asked.
"You seem to rarely ask others for help," on the other end of the network, Xia Qingqing revealed a knowing smile.