Just one indifferent disregard, and the other left bewildered.
"You've worked hard." After thinking for a long time, Fu Rong finally managed to come up with this sentence.
"Just remember to reward me." Ye Ranran was not one for false modesty.
Back when she liked him, she was willing to serve him tirelessly. Now, having decided to let go, whatever she had earned was something she wouldn't settle for less.
"What do you want?" His eyes carried a deeper meaning, those narrow, peach-blossom-shaped eyes sparkling with an irresistible charm—like spring in March, when the grass grows lush, birds sing sweetly, and the wind sends pink petals flying everywhere.
This man really was outstanding, Ye Ranran mused. Even a single glance could leave others defenseless—it was no wonder she'd been obsessed with him for so many years.
"Just jot down my contribution in the record book. If trouble ever befalls my family, you need to lend a hand." Ye Ranran raised her request leisurely.
