C198 Concocting Conspiracy

In the Precious Cauldron Tower's office, Zhang Qimo was still processing the documents.

Lin Yin knocked on the door and walked in.

"Lin Yin, how's your conversation with your friend?" Zhang Qimo asked curiously.

"He is not my friend." Lin Yin said seriously, "Qimo, in the future when someone calls themselves my friend, you don't need to care. Call me first