Lin Jinfang looked disdainfully at the person who was just one step away from him, his tone full of impatience, "What are you doing here?"
His voice was cold, even seemingly lowering the temperature around him.
"Why can't I come here!" Lin Tianhao replied to Lin Jinfang with a voice that was all bark and no bite. His face tried hard to show a paragon of seniority, but as soon as he finished speaking, he subconsciously swallowed.
Upon hearing his words, Lin Jinfang's lips curled into a cold smile, and he turned to leave.
Lin Tianhao originally planned to put on airs for a while, but when he saw Lin Jinfang was about to leave, he quickly shouted, "I have something to discuss with you!"
Following Lin Jinfang in turning to leave, Zhuo Xiangqiao heard Lin Tianhao's shout and, without a second thought, walked straight ahead.
After all, he wasn't the one to talk to; it was enough for Lin Jinfang to stay here—he wasn't needed.
