"Do I need to say 'thank you' to him?"
Mi Yao bit her lower lip with her delicate white teeth, then took out her phone and sent a text message---Thank you just now.
"Ding," the reply came quickly.
Mi Yao opened it to see, just a simple few words---How will you thank me? Let me win?
Mi Yao...
---You are too realistic!
---You are too foolish! What kind of look did you give to Huangfu Jianxu just now, huh? Remember, only your man can fight for opportunities for you!
---So you mean, you didn't vote for me because of my abilities?
---What are abilities? I prefer your efforts.
Mi Yao...
She really couldn't communicate with this man anymore. Ugh!
"Mi Yao," at this moment, Li Qianrui pushed her slender arm and then winked ambiguously, "What unhealthy things did you talk to Feng Yueming about? Your ears are all red."
"No…unhealthy? Not at all?" Mi Yao stammered out of guilt.
Li Qianrui crossed her arms, and the implication was---I'll just quietly watch you pretend.
