Su Xingyu shook her head wearily, unwilling to speak.
What would be the point of saying it? Even Ouyang Yi couldn't shake Lu Shifeng's power and couldn't help her.
Ouyang Yi wisely stopped asking and said to Ling Weilong, "Let's go to my place."
Ling Weilong gave him a sidelong glance through the rearview mirror, "Your place? Do you know why Xingyu called me? It's because she doesn't trust a lecher like you!" With this bit of conscience, Ouyang Yi's notorious reputation couldn't let Xingyu walk right into the wolf's den.
In the back seat, the man sitting next to Su Xingyu had a charming smile in his eyes, "If not my place, then yours? I have servants, fresh food, and hot water. What about your place? Have you tidied up?"
This line hit Ling Weilong's sore spot.
His messy and shabby apartment really wasn't suitable for a delicate young woman.
