"Little firecracker?" When they heard Young Master Yan's nickname for Xiao Lingyu, those who knew Xiao Lingyu was confused. Even Xiao Lingyu's mouth twitched.
If her colleagues were to describe Xiao Lingyu, they would use words like delicate, fragile, weak, and easily bullied. So Young Master Yan, what was wrong with your eyes?
Xiao Lingyu turned to Yan Siming, who seemed to change into a different person. She rolled her eyes and said, "Young Master Yan, Miss Zhao is apologizing to you."
Yan Siming only shrugged and said, "She can apologize, and we can talk. They are separate things!" Yan Siming gave Zhao Wenman no face at all. Then again, he was Yan Siming. There was no one at City Z that he needed to give face to.
Yan Siming suddenly leaned his face closer to Xiao Lingyu. His face was only half a cm away from the tip of Xiao Lingyu's nose. Those who didn't know better would assume that they were kissing.
