Lin Heng yanked her inside, and the few gazes from passersby in the corridor consciously withdrew.
"My Saintess Su, why were you sneaking around outside my door? Don't tell me you were plotting something improper against me?" A wicked smile hung on Lin Heng's lips, as though he were watching a little lamb that had willingly walked into a tiger's jaws.
Su Qiubai took a step back, clenching her teeth on the left side of her face as she said with a scrunched-up expression, "Lin Heng, don't flatter yourself..."
"Heh heh!" Lin Heng stepped forward, quickly forcing her into a corner. The sight of his cold, handsome face made Su Qiubai's cheeks burn. "I've seen plenty of women like you, who say one thing and mean another. Don't tell me that after all this time... you've gradually become unable to forget me?"
So annoying...
Su Qiubai pushed him away and retreated to one side. "I came to talk to you about something. There are things I couldn't conveniently say with Uncle around!"
Lin Heng flashed back behind his desk, plopped down in his seat, and leisurely picked up a scroll. "Go on. What is it?"
"Don't believe Bai Zihe's words. I think there's something wrong with him!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Lin Heng froze. Looking at her in confusion, he pointed at the meditation cushion before him, signaling for her to come over and sit.
Su Qiubai did not stand on ceremony. She walked to the desk, sat down cross-legged, leaned forward, and said, "Bai Zihe told me about his origins before. He really is from Heavenly Action Continent, but he isn't a native of the Southern Domain."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Lin Heng raised a brow. He had not expected Su Qiubai to