Hearing this, Bao Ye got up from the floor, his broad shoulders instantly filling Jiang Ruan's view. He leaned on the washbasin, bent down and stared at her, and sneered dismissively, "What are you afraid of?"
"With me backing you, are you still scared of not making money?"
He was very close.
Just inches apart, his breath was spraying onto her cheeks.
Jiang Ruan just felt a bit hot around her ears. She placed her hands on his chest, "But I still want to rely on my own efforts to climb up."
Her voice was firm, "You know, I don't like being just a pretty face."
Of course, Bao Ye knew, and replied, "Yeah."
Jiang Ruan's beautiful eyes shifted, and she said with a smile.
"But if there's a back door to take, I'd take it. After all, why not take advantage if I can."
Bao Ye laughed, "You're smart."
Jiang Ruan stuck her tongue out at him, "That's being self-aware. After all, opportunities can't always be sought."
