Xiao Qingyu nodded, gently rubbed her chin, and murmured softly, "Although I generally dislike abusing my power and have never done such a thing before, if there's a position you desire, I will definitely assist you!"
Song Yuyun smiled. "It seems that with you, I really can obtain everything I've never dared to imagine."
"Exactly!" Xiao Qingyu could say with great certainty, the usually calm eyes clearly shimmering with waves, trembling with excitement, like a young boy proposing to a girl he likes for the first time, eagerly hoping she would accept.
And it was as though he saw hope...
Song Yuyun slowly put away her smile and said very rationally, "But you can't give me marriage, and I don't want to be a mistress, nor can I be a mistress."
"You..." Xiao Qingyu's dream was shattered unexpectedly.
Song Yuyun pointed at her own bridesmaid dress. "Do you believe it? I would definitely look more beautiful in a wedding dress than An Ning. Can you give that to me?"
