Lower Than a Bowl of Wonton. Don’t Hurt Your Face

Qin Yiyi's footsteps paused slightly. Her gaze swept over the person in front of her, and a casual remark came out from her red lips.

"I'm not free." She didn't want to go.

After that, she didn't even look at him and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Gu Yulin snorted coldly. "Tell your boss not to have any ideas about her."

"Otherwise, he will regret it!"

After saying that, he hurried to catch up with Qin Yiyi.

"Yiyi, wait for me. Don't go so fast. Hey, Yiyi, do you want to go back with me?"

"Grandpa has been talking about you for a few days..."

Qin Yiyi couldn't stand his nagging. She turned around and looked at him with a faint smile.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll accidentally spill the beans about what happened today in front of Grandpa Gu?"

Gu Yulin, "..."

He couldn't afford to offend her.

On the way home, Gu Yulin occasionally glanced at her.