"If you don't mind, you can stay at my place for the night," Ye Fan kindly suggested.
However, what responded to him were two mocking, chilly glances, followed by a disdainful snort.
Ye Fan looked at Zhao Lina's pretty face, clearly full of mockery, as if to say, "Don't think for a second that I'm unaware of your sleazy thoughts."
Ye Fan felt extremely wronged; he really had no other intentions.
If it had been someone else, he would have definitely just walked away, but since it was Zhao Lina, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.
He forced a bitter smile and persuaded, "At least dry your clothes with the hairdryer before you go out looking for a locksmith, okay? You could really catch a cold like this. Getting a cold in the winter, it'd take at least half a month to recover."
Seeing that Zhao Lina's expression had softened somewhat, Ye Fan knew she had agreed, promptly stepped aside, and gestured for her to enter.
