Wen Lin thought to herself, she honestly had no idea.
Wasn't Qin Yumo always doing whatever he wanted at home?
From the disbelief in Wen Lin's eyes, Qin Yumo could already tell what she thought of him.
He asked, "You don't believe me?"
Wen Lin smiled faintly, looking like she didn't want to delve deeper: "I believe you."
"As long as you believe me." Actually, Qin Yumo could see that Wen Lin didn't really believe him; she simply didn't want to get caught up in a dispute with him over this.
He casually plopped down into the seat beside Wen Lin, even asking her assistant to brew him a cup of coffee, then leaned his arm on the table, watching her.
Wen Lin: "..."
She had no idea what Qin Yumo was up to.
Qin Yumo glanced at her sideways: "Ah Lin, don't mind me, just keep working."
Wen Lin couldn't hold back anymore: "You sitting here staring at me like this—how am I supposed to focus on work?"
