When Luo Ziling answered the phone, he didn't avoid Yang Qingyin; Yang Qingyin heard the entire conversation between him and Luo Yuqing.
"Looks like there are quite a few women who want to make a move on you."
"That's the honest truth," Luo Ziling nodded seriously as he saw Yang Qingyin's playful expression, "Many women are very pragmatic. They will do anything for fame and money. Wanting to hitch a ride on my popularity, wanting to attach themselves to me for fame and fortune is quite normal. I have to be careful in the future, or I might really fall into a trap."
"You must be really delighted, right, with so many women actively throwing themselves at you?"
Seeing Yang Qingyin smile mischievously, Luo Ziling couldn't help but pinch her face and angrily said, "Then hurry up and throw yourself at me; I won't refuse."
"Keep dreaming. Stay away from me," Yang Qingyin said as she stood up from Luo Ziling's side, preparing to escape.
