Yin Yilan's heart skipped a beat, seeing the lawyer's gaze turning peculiar, brazenly sizing up both her and Su's father, she couldn't help feeling both embarrassed and annoyed as she scolded:
"Don't talk nonsense, Su Brother and I are just… friends."
Truly the queen of hypocrites, the white lotus had met her own mother.
Her words—
Were supposed to clarify things, but, because of her suddenly shy demeanor and the hesitance in her final few words, they inadvertently conveyed a flirtatious charm.
Yin Yilan was not old by any standards, at least not by looking at her. One couldn't tell at all that she was in her forties. When she showed her bashful annoyance, there was nothing greasy about it. Instead of making people think she was an old white lotus pretending to be young, it felt... enticing.
Just like that, she quickened Su's father's heartbeat by a notch.
