Hearing the name Yun Shifei, Qin Yumo sobered up considerably and gestured for the others to leave first.
The private room was left with only Qin Yumo and Wen Lin. Qin Yumo turned to her and said, "Spit it out—what's up?"
Wen Lin saw his sudden shift to seriousness and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Qin Yumo really was predictable, utterly powerless against beautiful women.
"I heard you're pretty fond of her, chasing her for ages, but still haven't succeeded."
Hearing the mocking tone in Wen Lin's voice, Qin Yumo snorted coldly, "So what? I like taking my time."
Wen Lin shook her head, "A professional at making excuses for yourself."
Just as Qin Yumo was about to blow his top, Wen Lin added, "What if I can help you win her over? How will you repay me?"
At her words, Qin Yumo's usual easy-going demeanor disappeared instantly. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Help me?"
