"I also think it's impossible."
Her voice trailed off with a slightly coquettish tone, like a beautiful and alluring melody lingering in Shen Tinghe's ears.
Shen Tinghe suddenly reached out his hand, but squatted in mid-air. Then, he put one hand in his pocket and uttered a sentence indifferently.
"Come with me to Mr. Chen's dinner party tonight."
As Shen Tinghe's assistant, Lin Qingtong naturally had no choice but to change into a slightly more casual outfit.
As dusk settled and the twilight bathed the lush flowerbeds of the street, Lin Qingtong, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, wearing black-rimmed glasses, had removed her makeup.
The car that Shen Tinghe was in stopped in front of her. After rolling down the window, he glanced at Lin Qingtong.
The orange twilight tinged Lin Qingtong's white short-sleeved shirt with a pale orange hue, which was then reflected on her stunningly beautiful face.
A soft, gentle light enveloped Lin Qingtong, seemingly passing through her hair and lingering around her fingertips.
At this moment, Lin Qingtong appeared even more innocent, like the unattainable first love of one's youth.
Seeing that Shen Tinghe was staring at her, she waved in front of her and teased him with a smile.
"What, Uncle? Am I so good-looking that you're mesmerized?"
Shen Tinghe's dark pupils suddenly deepened, and he uttered a cold sentence from his thin lips.
"I'm here to see just how ugly you really are."
Lin Qingtong ignored her words, opened the car door, got in, and told the driver to start the car.
Shen Tinghe snorted coldly.
"You're quite impolite."
Lin Qingtong adjusted herself into a comfortable sitting position, turned her head to look at Shen Tinghe, her eyes full of smiles.
“You’re already my uncle, why should I be polite? Don’t you think so, Uncle?”
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