"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin. Can we talk again?" Saint Anna caught up, spread her arms and blocked Lin Zifeng's way.
"What's there to say?" Lin Zifeng looked up at her.
Saint Anna felt a glimmer of hope, since Lin Zifeng was willing to stop and talk, it meant he still wanted to discuss things with her.
"I know my recklessness startled you, Mr. Lin, but could you give me a chance to explain?"
Saint Anna looked up, her eyes clear as she gazed at him.
Lin Zifeng didn't speak, but stared into her eyes as if trying to find something inside them—something called sincerity.
Saint Anna's heart was pounding. She didn't know if Lin Zifeng would agree to her request. However, she somewhat realized it was her own fault.
The mistake was not discussing with Lin Zifeng in advance that she had three other partners, otherwise Lin Zifeng wouldn't have seemed so silent.
