Ning Zhiyuan walked straight to Aunt Lin, but felt that his intention was too obvious, so he chose to sit down on the sofa next to the phone, and pretended to pick up a newspaper that he didn't know a few days ago and spread it out. He looked at the newspaper carefully.

but his fretting ears, the corner of his eyes that he had been glancing at, and the newspaper that he had taken in the wrong way made aunt Lin see through his real intention.

aunt Lin chuckled in her heart. Young master, you want to know what Miss Beauty said. You can say it clearly. Is there...