Eavesdropping Storm, a Rag and a Chihuahua

Hearing Lin Yu's question, Xia Yiwei looked at him suspiciously.

"What else could he be doing? Didn't he go to the restroom?"

"He just needs to pee!"

"Or maybe he was so overwhelmed by your imposing aura that he needed to go cool off."

"Hahaha, what else could he be doing?"

Xia Yiwei's words showed that she didn't understand a man's mind at all.

If things were that simple, would she even need to guess?

Lin Yu took out his phone, his eyes flashing with a sharp gleam as he looked at Xia Yiwei and asked,

"Do you want to listen in on what Young Master Lei is doing right now?"

Xia Yiwei's eyes widened. "!!!"

Then.

She immediately revealed a sinister smile.

"Little Master, Ying'er said you were a genius in computer technology, but I didn't believe it before!"

"I thought, how could there be someone in this world who is so well-rounded, knowing how to do everything... and mastering it all, too!"

"It seems I was just ignorant and ill-informed!"

"Little Master, you really are my idol."

"Can you teach me this kind of movie-like superpower?"

Listening to Xia Yiwei's stream of nonsense, Lin Yu didn't take it seriously.

He kept a straight face and continued to ask,

"So? Do you want to listen or not?"

"Three, two..."

Xia Yiwei, "Listen, listen, listen! How could I not? I'm not going to hear him peeing, am I?"

Lin Yu, "..."

You could say Xia Yiwei was shrewd.

But sometimes she really seemed a bit dense!

Did she really think Lei Siren went to take a leak!

Lin Yu held up his phone and said to Xia Yiwei,

"Read me Lei Siren's phone number."

"It'll save me the trouble of finding it myself."

When doing bad things, people often act exceptionally proactive.

Following Lin Yu's instructions, Xia Yiwei quickly dug out Lei Siren's phone number.

Under Xia Yiwei's completely clueless gaze, Lin Yu fiddled with his phone for less than half a minute.

A screen displaying real-time audio and video appeared on Lin Yu's phone.

Not just audio, but video too!

It was the footage captured by the rear camera of Lei Siren's phone.

Of course.

If Lin Yu wanted to, he could also switch it to the front camera.

The place shown on the screen was clearly not a restroom.

It looked more like an unoccupied private dining room. Lei Siren had probably just found a random empty room to make a phone call.

However, the content of the ensuing conversation caught Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei completely off guard.

"Cousin! Just tell me if you're going to help me or not!"

"So what if she's a worn-out rag? You don't actually think I'm pursuing a worn-out rag out of love, do you?"

"You didn't see the way she was at the dining table just now. She's different now."

"She's already been trained by that violent maniac into a very easily manipulated shape."

"As long as I make my move now, I can definitely take down this worn-out rag with ease. Do you believe me?"

Lin Yu couldn't help but look at Xia Yiwei beside him.

Holy crap!

Could Lei Siren really run his mouth this much behind people's backs?

This was a classic self-destruct move!

He thought that by hiding in an empty private room, no one would know what he was saying.

Little did he know.

His every word and action was under the close watch of these two.

On the other hand, Xia Yiwei's expression gradually became interesting.

When she first heard Lei Siren's voice, she still had a smile full of anticipation.

But as his words grew more profound, her smile completely froze on her face.

Xia Yiwei pointed at her own mouth, then pointed at the phone.

Lin Yu could read what she meant.

She wanted to ask Lin Yu if they spoke, would the other side be able to hear them?

Lin Yu woodenly shook his head.

"Hehe, hahaha..."

"Little Master, the worn-out rag he's talking about..."

"He couldn't be talking about me, could he?"

Lin Yu, "..."

With a darkened face, Xia Yiwei looked absolutely terrifying.

Lin Yu actually wanted to try and explain things away for Lei Siren, but the things he said didn't give Lin Yu any chance to do so at all!

Anyone with half a brain could hear that he was talking about Xia Yiwei.

"Weiwei, actually..."

"Eh?"

"Weiwei, where are you going?"

Before Lin Yu could finish speaking, he watched helplessly as Xia Yiwei dashed out.

The speed of her charge terrified Lin Yu.

It wasn't that he was worried Xia Yiwei would ruin today's dinner party; after all, it wasn't Lin Yu who organized it.

If it was ruined, it was ruined. It had nothing to do with him anyway.

What he was worried about was Lei Siren's little life!

When a highly skilled nurse developed murderous intent toward you.

What would the outcome be...

Just thinking about it was terrifying!

"Lin Yu, let go of me. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Don't worry, I won't get physical with him, and I absolutely won't sell you out."

"I just want to ask Lei Siren..."

"What the fuck!"

"What does he mean by a worn-out rag?"

"Ah!"

The more Xia Yiwei said this, the more Lin Yu didn't dare to let go!

He was afraid that the moment he released his grip, she would sprint out and go in for the kill.

No matter what, Lei Siren was a blind date arranged by Xia Yiwei's father.

No matter how unreliable he was, Boss Xia's judgment was more or less involved.

If Xia Yiwei just charged over like this, whose face would she be slapping?

Whose ending would be uglier?

It wasn't hard to come to a conclusion if you thought about it!

Therefore.

Out of consideration for Xia Yiwei's image, Lin Yu naturally couldn't let her completely fall out with her father.

Doing this was also, damn it, for Lin Yu's own sake!

If he really let Xia Yiwei beat up Lei Siren.

Wouldn't Lin Yu, this fake boxer boyfriend, be completely thrust in front of Xia Yiwei's father?

He didn't want to come into contact with the nurse sister's old man so early!

Was her dad even a normal person?

An old man picking up hot babes at his age—just thinking about it was incredibly terrifying!

"Lin... mmm!"

Hearing that Xia Yiwei still wanted to yell and shout, Lin Yu quickly covered her mouth.

Bang, bang, he delivered two quick punches to her body!

This wasn't the first time Xia Yiwei had experienced the power of the Bone-Melting Soft Fist.

Soon.

The private room returned to silence once again.

Lin Yu held Xia Yiwei and returned to their seats, saying,

"Weiwei, it's not that I won't let you teach him a lesson."

"But you have to be a little more composed, don't you?"

"Aren't I still here?"

"How could I just sit by and do nothing?"

"In the future, when you hear others' evaluations of you, you don't need to get so worked up."

"Isn't our life meant to be lived for ourselves? Why care so much about what others think?"

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly.

He really didn't know when Xia Yiwei would become a bit more mature.

The eavesdropping continued, and Lei Siren's voice kept coming out of the phone.

After hearing Lin Yu's words, Xia Yiwei gradually calmed down.

She blinked at Lin Yu, gesturing for him to release the control of the Bone-Melting Soft Fist.

"There, that's more like it!"

Lin Yu easily dissolved the effects of the Bone-Melting Soft Fist.

Immediately after.

From the phone, Lei Siren was arrogantly telling his cousin,

"How is that Lin Yu? He ain't shit!"

"What boxer? I think he looks just like a Chihuahua standing on its hind legs!"

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