"Enough, don't talk about it anymore." Jiang Yao's heart ached, "How would you know if you never tried?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
Suddenly, I find your reasoning quite compelling.
"It's really unexpected that President Fu looks so... but actually turns out to be so..." Jiang Yao sympathetically patted Wen Qiao's hand, "You've been wronged."
"Actually, it's not that—"
"Even though President Fu isn't great in that aspect, it's okay, he's rich, good-looking, and high-status, already way ahead of most men." Jiang Yao's tone shifted, "Being with him, you're not at a loss."
Wen Qiao felt it was time to drop the subject and reminded aloud, "We should head to the set."
"Right, right, we should hurry, don't be late."
Watching Jiang Yao's flustered departure, Wen Qiao sighed.
President Fu, it's not that I don't want to explain for you, but I'm truly powerless.
Please don't blame me.
