When Lin Fan walked out of the villa, Bai Weiwei was standing nearby with her hands in her pockets, looking rather displeased.
Lin Fan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Seeing Bai Weiwei's expression, he could guess what she was thinking, and said with a chuckle, "Miss Bai, what's up?"
Bai Weiwei gave Lin Fan a resentful glare, like a sulking little wife, and grumbled, "What's the deal with you and Su Yanyu…?"
"Of course it's just a boss-employee relationship." Lin Fan replied lazily, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Hmph! As if I'd believe that." Bai Weiwei scoffed, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes. "What about the promise you made before, does that still count?"
Hearing this, Lin Fan rolled his eyes and complained, "I say, Miss Bai, with so many handsome guys out there, why are you fixated on me? Just take a good look at my face, isn't it ugly?"
"You…"
