Ye Fei'Er watched Qiu Ruohan walking blissfully towards the beauty salon, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes. She immediately turned her head to scrutinize Lin Fan, questioning him, "Lin, what kind of spell did you cast on Hanhan, for her to speak on your behalf so keenly?"
"Come on! I say, Ye, you think too poorly of me, don't you? Anyway, I'm a bona fide handsome guy, alright? This is called a man's charm, don't speak if you don't understand," Lin Fan retorted unhappily.
"Who are you calling ignorant?" Ye Fei'Er glared at him with her big eyes, looking as if she was about to explode.
"I saw you guys chatting so lively from afar; what were you talking about? Share it with me?"
Just then, a voice as melodious as heavenly music rang out, and a woman walked up behind Lin Fan and Ye Fei'Er.
