Lin Yun wore a bitter expression and heaved a breath of relief because Bai Shuying didn’t seem to be here to question him. But the corner of his lips twitched when he noticed Bai Shuying’s cold gaze. He didn’t expect Bai Shuying to hold a grudge and wanted him to recite a poem.

He didn’t want to be tangled up in this matter and said, “I have no intentions of lying to you, and I do have a matter to handle and am planning to take a trip out today. I have no intention of lying to the holy maiden.”

“I don’t want to hear that. Just recite one, and I’ll let you off today. If you can’t recite one, I’ll have to suspect if you’re related to Zhang Yue’s lecherous poem,” Bai Shuying said indifferently.

Lin Yun opened his mouth and had no idea how the two were related.

But Bai Shuying had other thoughts, and she didn’t believe...