But that's life.
You always need friends to engage in idle chatter with.
"How's your company doing lately?"
The long-haired woman suddenly asked.
Wei Wei slightly furrowed her brow, increasingly feeling unusual.
Why has this relationship lasted so long without her knowing anything about the other side?
Because there were no interests involved, nor any other intersections, it felt unburdened, free to speak nonsense, free to speak frankly,
and basically, she talked more, while the other spoke less, rarely bringing up her Qicai Technology.
"It's doing well. Flourishing."
By nature, she truly didn't understand a bit of modesty.
"If there's any trouble, tell me."
The woman said.
"..."
Wei Wei paused for a moment, her expression growing serious, "What's really going on?"
She stared intently at the other, her gaze as penetrating as X-rays, "You're not terminally ill, are you?"
Alright.
Spoke too soon.
Being friends with her requires some threshold.
