Can I really let that slide?
Lin Baici took a step forward, wrapped his right arm around Ji Xinyan's waist, and leaned in for a kiss.
Tea sister struggled subconsciously for a moment before starting to respond to Lin Baici.
...
"Bai Ci."
Feng Ting came over, only to see Lin Baici crouched down, inspecting the toilet, while Ji Xinyan was next to him, washing her hands with her head down.
"What's going on?"
Lin Baici pretended to speak frankly.
Damn,
that was a close call!
"There are a few items of clothing in the washroom, probably belonging to Lu Changming, should we throw them away, or should I call and ask him to come get them?"
Feng Ting inquired.
These clothes that rich people wear must all be branded and quite expensive, so she didn't dare handle them on her own.
"Throw them away!"
Lin Baici instructed that if Lu Changming called asking for them, just give him the money.
"Oh."
Feng Ting left.
