Lin Banxia's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. She hadn't expected that Yan Ting would admit their relationship at this moment.
Although, in reality, aside from having slept together, they hadn't defined any relationship at all.
"Banxia, let's go. I'll take you home!" Yan Ting stopped in front of her and extended his large hand toward her.
At this moment, Lin Banxia had no choice but to place her trembling, cool little hand into his palm.
The large hand suddenly tightened, wrapping her small hand seamlessly. Without sparing another glance at the livid-faced Qing Lin, he held her hand and walked straight toward the elevator.
Lin Banxia turned her head to look back at Qing Lin's exceptionally colorful expression. This man—was there finally a day when even he had to stay quiet in fear?
Was it because the person holding her hand was Yan Ting?
This man...
