Mu Lingxue turned her head to look at Lin Yi, speechless,
"Wearing a motorcycle helmet inside the house, are you crazy?"
"I, I'm hot!"
Mu Lingxue:
"What?"
Zhang Xinying:
"Pfft."
Mu Lingxue rolled her eyes,
"If you're hot, why are you wearing a fully enclosed motorcycle helmet?"
"I..."
Lin Yi instinctively tried to scratch his head, but his fingers hit the hard helmet, making a crisp sound.
Mu Lingxue hurriedly stopped Lin Yi, who was about to explain,
"Don't say anything. If you like it, just wear it. Anyway, I don't want this helmet anymore."
At this moment, Zhao Ziming suddenly spoke,
"Why can any random person live here?"
Whoosh!
Mu Lingxue turned to Zhao Ziming, displeased,
"This is my business, not something for an outsider like you to meddle with."
Just then, Zhang Xinying walked up to Lin Yi,
"Your name is Yi Ling?"
"Yes!"
