She grabbed her hand, and Qiao Yueting seriously said, "Leave this matter to me, I will make him give up."
"You have a way now?" Han Yingying almost looked at her with admiration.
Qiao Yueting nodded lightly, "I will use my own method to make him give up."
"Good, my beloved idol is entrusted to you, make sure to bring him to the right path."
"I will not let you down."
"Qiao Yueting, I suddenly find you very cute, kind of starting to like you," Han Yingying said with a smile, her eyebrows bent, not skimping on her admiration and praise for Qiao Yueting.
Although she had always found Qiao Yueting's straightforward and candid personality charming, today she liked her even more and felt they could definitely become good friends.
Qiao Yueting, who was used to being on her own and had few male friends, was suddenly overwhelmed by Han Yingying's unabashed praise, and a touch of redness quietly crept up her face.
