"Ding!"
A text message alert sounded, and Lin Fan pulled out his phone.
Messages had come from Ning Meng Yao, Yang Linglong, and Lu Feifei.
"You're probably not coming tonight, right? Linglong is staying at our place."
"Honey, I'm going to sleep at Meng Yao's house tonight, don't miss me too much."
"Master, this servant has bathed and will wait at home to serve you!"
Looking at these messages, Lin Fan couldn't help but rub his chin.
A mischievous smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"What evil plan are you hatching now?"
Zhao Jiaqi, holding the steering wheel, glanced at Lin Fan.
His smile always had a wicked edge to it.
"What do you mean 'evil plan'? Haven't I told you, I am now standing opposite an army of women generals, who spend all day figuring out how to deal with me. Now, I can't even tell which of their words are true and which are lies."
Lin Fan closed his phone with a smile.
These women were probably plotting against him at all times.
