Looking at the screen where Lin Qianxuan had paused for a long time, Chen Long'Er spoke up: "If it's something that would make me unhappy, just don't say it. If you're going to lie to me, lie well. Make up a good story that I can't see through, or I'll be very, very angry!"
Chen Long'Er's expression was serious, yet her words carried a hint of comforting Lin Qianxuan.
She clearly knew it would make her unhappy; she clearly knew she was being lied to, yet she was willing to accept it.
If she was able to see through it, she would simply be very angry.
"Sorry, I was thinking about something and got distracted," Lin Qianxuan smiled and said.
He had figured everything out.
Since he had already accepted the gifts of destiny, he might as well take as much as he could.
He, the dignified descendant of the dragon, the king of strategies, the ultimate time management master, couldn't solve this emotional issue?
Quickly, Lin Qianxuan ended the call with Chen Long'Er.
