Help Me Tell Grandpa That I'm Going Home Late

The eight people sitting at the small round table drinking coffee immediately fell silent. They instinctively looked at him and then at Yu Xinlan, thinking that they knew each other.

Someone asked directly, "Xinlan, is he your friend?"

Yu Xinlan felt as if someone was strangling her. Her throat was dry and she could not say anything.

She did not expect that the other party was really here for her!

Her expression was awful. Her eyes flickered, and she felt guilty. "You've got the wrong person."

"Oh?" Ji Lin was not angry. He looked her up and down. He was still smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His tone was faintly threatening. "Miss Yu, my master wants to see you. I wonder if you're willing to come?"

Yu Xinlan clenched her fists tightly. Her fair face turned slightly green. She was about to reject him. "I'm going to play with my friends later. Another day—"