Su Chen took a deep breath and blew a breath toward Huang Yilin from three meters away.
Hoo.
A mischievous wind came whistling.
The folder in Huang Yilin's hands ended up scattered all over the floor.
This damned mischievous wind.
Just as Huang Yilin was at a loss, a figure appeared, "Miss Huang, need some help?"
It was none other than our helpful Mr. Su Leifeng.
"Could you help me out?" Huang Yilin saw Su Chen and her face revealed a hint of joy.
"Of course, I can." Su Chen nodded.
Before Huang Yilin could be pleased, her expression turned as dark as coal.
"Miss Huang, why are you looking at me like that? I've already held it down for you; you can go pick up the folder now." Su Chen wore an expression that seemed to say 'no need to thank me'.
Huang Yilin's mouth twitched.
She's seen plenty of odd men but has never come across one this bizarre.
Su Chen had an innocent look, as if saying you only asked me to help, but didn't specify what with.
