"I wonder what this handsome young man's name is?"
With great grace, Yang Ruyan extended her hand, smiled gently, her dimples shallow, and asked.
"Uh, hello."
Lin Hai quickly shook her hand politely and replied, "My name is Lin Hai."
"Lin Hai... Lin..."
"Is it that Lin?"
"..."
Yang Ruyan was momentarily dazed, then awkwardly smiled, "Sorry, whenever I hear the surname Lin, I can't help but think of someone familiar; your features are very much like his."
Lin Hai's expression faintly froze.
He had heard similar words before.
When he first met Xiao Bihai, she had said something alike.
"Auntie, you've been holding Brother Lin's hand for a long, long time now." Yang Xinyi's voice rang out.
Hearing this, Yang Ruyan's charming face blushed slightly.
Lin Hai hurriedly withdrew from the tender jade hand that seemed boneless, coughed awkwardly, and cast a sly glance at President Ouyang's wife, who had a face like ice, and sheepishly forced a smile.
