Their conversation reached Ling Yun's ears without missing a single detail, as he had sensed malicious gazes directed at him the moment he stepped inside.
Ling Yun sneered, a flash of disdain sweeping through his eyes.
"Elder Cousin, do you have any good ideas?"
Wang Fugui looked at Huang Wenjie and spoke.
"Just watch the show quietly."
The corners of Huang Wenjie's mouth curled into a cold smirk, and a sinister glint flashed across his eyes.
Soon, a gorgeously dressed woman appeared by Huang Wenjie's side.
He leaned in close to whisper something in her ear while keeping his eyes fixed on Ling Yun.
The woman glanced at Ling Yun as well, smiled faintly, and then nodded.
Ling Yun was currently picking out clothes for Little one and kept shaking his head.
At that moment, the woman walked over to Ling Yun and spoke in a soft voice.
"Handsome, can I get your phone number?"
"We don't know each other, do you?"
"That's exactly why we don't, so I want to get to know you."
The woman said in a sweet, coquettish voice, slowly drawing closer to Ling Yun. She hooked her arm directly around his neck, pressing their bodies tightly together.
At the same time, she slipped a certain object straight into Ling Yun's pocket.
The corners of Ling Yun's mouth curved into a faint, amused smile. Such a petty trick, and you dare to show off your clumsy axe-work before a master!
"Sir, it seems you don't really like me. Well, I'm sorry then, I've intruded on you, my apologies."
The woman immediately pulled away from Ling Yun's body, gave a slight smile, and turned to leave, nodding toward Huang Wenjie in the distance.
"Who was that woman?"
At that moment, An Qing walked over with Little one,