Without waiting for Enson to reply, Ling Momo continued, "Losing my dream would be regrettable, but seeing a friend in distress will sadden me."
Li Qingshen did not reply.
Ling Momo wasn't waiting for Enson to reply either; she sat on the balcony, watching the vast expanse of starlight, her expression calm.
Li Qingshen's expression was also very calm, but the light in the depths of his eyes was flickering unpredictably.
After a while, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Convene a meeting tomorrow..."
Then, he hung up.
Li Qingshen stood up, took the tea that had long since grown cold on the table, slowly brought it to his lips, gently took a sip, and then stared straight out of the window. After a long time, he blinked and a hint of a smile curved at the corners of his lips.
What a silly girl... To so selflessly stand up for Chen Wanru.
People say that those who are grateful and pay it forward are the kindest of all.
