"Who knew that after hearing Wan Chu'er's words, Mai Qiqi deflated like a punctured ball, slumped on the sofa and bitterly said:
"What's the use of what I think? It still requires cooperation from another person. The moment you returned, that bastard Chen Ke disappeared without a trace. It's clear he was just using me, and the moment I'm useless, he dumps me over the wall."
Wan Chu'er was shocked, "Do you really care about Chen Ke that much?"
Mai Qiqi gave her a side glance.
"First tell me what you liked about him? I'll give you some targeted remedy, guaranteeing you'll feel better," Wan Chu'er said cheerfully.
"You're not my friend," Mai Qiqi snorted.
Wan Chu'er: "Do you want me to ask Jiang Kechu to order Chen Ke to accompany you every day?"
Mai Qiqi's eyes brightened, then dimmed again, "A twisted melon isn't sweet. I don't like forcing people, it makes me look pathetic in front of him."
