Lin Qian had finished speaking and was preparing to leave with the lunch box in hand.
A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her, "Are you leaving just like that? Not going to fight for your idol a bit more?"
Fight for them a bit more?
Was there room for negotiation?
Lin Qian stopped in her tracks and turned around, her face lighting up with joy as she looked at Yin Moran.
The light sparkled in her eyes, and her red lips remained delicate and appealing.
Thinking of their proximity just moments ago, Yin Moran stood up, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Lin Qian, how about we continue what we didn't finish just now?"
What they hadn't finished just now?
The scene of being nearly pinned against the wall flashed through her mind, and Lin Qian's cheeks turned red once more.
Is this what he meant by asking her to fight for Fang Tong?
That man was being inappropriate again!