"Mr. Lin, this is Zhang Xiaoshan, a university classmate of mine and Wu Tong's. Just a country bumpkin."
Upon Lin Rui's inquiry, Liu Long answered immediately.
"Oh."
Lin Rui responded with an "Oh" and didn't say anything further.
Although he had long seen Wu Tong as his own, and held an aversion toward Zhang Xiaoshan, he didn't think much of him and couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
"Tongtong, let's go."
Lin Rui reached out, wanting to hold Wu Tong's hand and leave together.
"Lin Rui, please call me by my name, we're not that close."
Wu Tong instinctively hid behind Zhang Xiaoshan.
She had already made it clear she rejected Lin Rui's advances, but Lin Rui kept pestering her.
However, Wu Tong soon realized that doing so might bring trouble to Zhang Xiaoshan.
The Lin family had immense influence, far beyond what Liu Long could compare to.
At this moment, Lin Rui nearly lost his composure, discarding any pretense of nobility.