Song Guanchao watched her back, feeling a slight stir in his heart. He walked up with a smile and said, "Comrade Xiao Rou, are you thinking of keeping me?"
Chen Yirou's face twitched slightly, "Narcissist."
"Then why are you helping me for no reason?"
"I help whoever I want to help."
"Is that so?"
"Don't overthink it. I just think you have potential and wanted to give you a hand. If you're unwilling, just say it, and I won't bother wasting the effort."
Oh, so that's how it is.
Song Guanchao suddenly realized this girl intended to win him over.
The more friends, the more paths open up.
Moreover, having such an intimate relationship between them meant greater trust than the average person.
"Willing, very willing."
