Lin Yafei listened to Lu Tianxing's words, her eyes flickering with a sly gleam, and she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Little man, are you sure you're just Lingling's godfather and don't have any unclear relationship with Qiu Yingrong?"
As she spoke, Lin Yafei looked at Lu Tianxing with a playful smile, "Little man, as far as I know, Qiu Yingrong is a top-notch beauty, exuding the qualities of a virtuous wife and mother, gentle like water. Are you sure you don't have the slightest thought about her? Moreover, I know that someone once spent an hour or two with Qiu Yingrong in a tea house. Can you tell me what you two were doing in that tea house for those hours?"
Lu Tianxing was taken aback, not expecting Lin Yafei to suddenly change the subject.
Before Lu Tianxing could collect himself, Lin Yafei spoke again, "Little man, why don't you tell me! Rest assured, I can assure you I won't tell Little Qingqing anything, how about that."
