Lin Ye felt that even if Bo Qin really took care of him today, this girl was truly good at crying.
At first, it didn't seem like she liked him that much, but now he could see it surprisingly clearly.
Lin Ye's mood improved, and he held Zhao Linlin's hand in his palm, smiling lightly, "It's okay, no need to worry."
Zhao Linlin finally sighed in relief, looking at him with worry in her eyes, "Luckily, Mr. Bo didn't have a knife in his hand, otherwise who could save you now?"
Lin Ye fixed his gaze on her, "So, Linlin, were you not planning to save me just now?"
Zhao Linlin was choked up for a moment and took a while to recover, "That's not what I meant. If something happened to you, what would I do?"
Zhao Linlin was genuinely shaken. When Bo Qin entered earlier, she felt his anger was almost enough to burn the house down.
So, she was really worried.
Fortunately, Lin Ye was fine, safe and sound.
