Lin Yun was gradually dissolving Yu Jiaolong's wariness, but he had forgotten to conceal his relationship with Dongfang Hongyue.
One could say he had reached a point of confident indifference.
What did it matter if it got exposed? After all, it was bound to be exposed sooner or later, so it didn't really matter anymore.
Moreover, Lin Yun wasn't particularly guarded against Zhen Li.
Although Yu Jiaolong was not accustomed to the ways of mortals, when Dongfang Hongyue placed the freshly brewed tea before her, she accepted it out of politeness and did not push it away.
Lin Yun had gone out to buy groceries, and Dongfang Hongyue, being one of the people who understood Lin Yun best, knew his purpose clearly. Taking advantage of this tea-drinking opportunity, she started a casual conversation with Yu Jiaolong.
Leveraging her gender advantage, she found it easier to gather information than Lin Yun.
"Miss, how old are you this year?"