"What do you want to do?" Wen Lin questioned bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"Are you really so afraid that I'll do something to you?" Qin Yumo's smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, but there was a trace of irritation in his tone.
Did Wen Lin really think so little of him? That in her eyes, he was only capable of bullying her?
Then again, it made sense. Over the years, their relationship could hardly be described as the classic childhood sweethearts.
So, Qin Yumo said, "I just want to help you out. Look at you—you've been so busy you've lost weight."
It had been a while since Qin Yumo last saw Wen Lin, and now that they met again, he could see she had indeed slimmed down significantly.
Though she was impeccably dressed and wore delicate makeup, it couldn't hide the exhaustion etched beneath her eyes.
