Lin Mu still had a nonchalant smile on his face, but inside he was already on high alert. Just as the tension was rising and a battle seemed inevitable, Lin Mu's phone rang.
"Uh... wait a minute," Lin Mu gestured with his hand and then grinned at Sharapova, "Let's pause for a second! Haha, girl, although I'm eager to get you in bed, let me take this call first. It'll just take a minute, don't be in a hurry!"
Sharapova frowned, today she had really seen something new. This weirdo had such an attitude. She wanted to act immediately, but she was always composed, so she held back. Anyway, she'd kill him in a moment, might as well let this bastard live one more minute.
Before Sharapova could agree, Lin Mu had already answered the call!
"Hello, Yu Yi, what's up?" Lin Mu asked cheerfully.
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, it's not good. Yihui and I are being followed. The others are all assassins, ah..."
