"What? Are you scared?"
Beiming Yu slightly raised her alluring eyes, seriously scanned him.
"No." Lin Zifeng shook his head.
"Then what is it?" Beiming Yu didn't seem urgent at all. She had suspected Lin Zifeng from earlier, so whatever she did now, she'd be cautious.
"Yes. The question you asked is really excellent. If you truly want me to hurt my own arms, I have no resentment, but Family Head, have you ever thought about it? If I truly mutilate my own arms, or gouge out my eyes, how would your daughter think afterwards? How will you handle the relationship then?"
Lin Zifeng began talking nonsense again, his gaze landing on Beiming Lan's face, which was filled with embarrassment: "The second miss recruited me as her little attendant, firstly for trustkeeping. Secondly, she wanted a trustworthy friend beside her. Imagine a wealthy and powerful person like second miss, out and about all day, and yet lacking a true friend; has the Family Head ever considered her feelings?"
