"How do you know? Did she tell you?"
Da Bao shook his head, "No, she didn't tell me, my relationship with her is not that close!"
Da Bao straightened up, put his arm around Yin Zhihao's shoulder, and said meaningfully.
"Zhihao, let me tell you, she didn't intern here because she wanted to work with you, but because she likes me!"
Doing something like stabbing your friend's heart isn't what Da Bao would usually do. So, he didn't really want to say these words because there's nothing glorious about doing something that harms others without benefiting oneself.
But he couldn't just watch his friend being used by such a woman over and over again.
A true friend isn't the one who calls you pretty every day and praises you for being smart all the time.
Quite the opposite, a true friend is the one who dares to pour a bucket of cold water over your head when everyone else is praising you.
But obviously, Yin Zhihao didn't thoroughly understand this definition of friendship yet.
