Banxia's snow-white skin suddenly flushed with a rosy hue, her long lashes fluttering twice as she responded shyly, "How would I know what you're going to do?"
"Well, I'm not the type to let myself feel wronged," Yan Ting said with a slight smirk on his thin lips, emanating both arrogance and a trace of mischief.
Banxia pouted and retorted, "As if anyone would enjoy that. Aren't you afraid your grandfather will find out that you're here to see me?"
Yan Ting chuckled lightly. "My grandfather? He actually already knows. But I can tell—he's given me a deadline."
"A deadline for what?" Banxia asked in surprise.
