Chu Ziyang had been taken away by Nangong Li.
Thinking about how the little guy had just resisted Yin Moran's approach, Chu Yelin's mouth curled up in a mocking smile.
The little thing was quite determined, single-mindedly wanting to matchmake him with Lin Qian.
He hoped it would go as the child wished!
His gaze swept toward the man opposite him, Chu Yelin's expression was hidden in the light, dark and difficult to discern.
"Mr. Yin seems to be very concerned about the child just now, I suppose it's a case of love me, love my dog, right?"
Hearing this, Yin Moran withdrew his gaze, his dark eyes cool and deep, "It sounds like President Chu seems to be quite interested in Mr. Yin's affairs as well?"
"Haha, after all, as it concerns the gossip about our shop's employees, as a leader, it would be hard not to know."
Chu Yelin's mouth held a cool and thin smile, "I really can't tell, Mr. Yin's taste... is quite unique."
Meaningful words.