C21

It was already late into the night.

Under the dim oil lamp, Han Wenyue, Baha, and Alex were sitting around the door, chatting in low voices.

"Mr. Han, you didn't do anything to Luo Lin, right?" Alex smiled when he said this.

"Why do you say that? Of course not! " Han Wenyue said in annoyance.

"Hehe, don't mind it. I just saw you giggling ever since you came back, so I was a little confused