"To answer or not to answer," Su Ziceng's state of mind at this moment was like that tragic Hamlet, hesitating and struggling.
"Answer it!" Sister Mu was surprised. If she had been born a few years later, and if she hadn't met Jacques, Pello would have been the unrivaled choice.
"He treats Wen Maixue very differently," Su Ziceng muttered, barely audibly humming a sentence. There was a sour taste in the room, a situation Sister Mu, as someone who had been through it, understood quite clearly.
"Wen Maixue is his lifesaver," Sister Mu replied, but Su Ziceng still refused to answer, "Should a lifesaver be repaid with one's body?" Perhaps when Pello was destitute, it was Wen Maixue who hired him to work at the Kelly Women's College; Su Ziceng couldn't imagine what Pello would have been like in those days.
"Ask the person himself," Sister Mu, quick-witted, snatched Su Ziceng's phone, pressed the answer button, and then immediately stuffed it back into Su Ziceng's hands.
