Who would have thought that she, the great Chen, would come down to such humbling times.
Chen Beiwei sighed lightly, her heart sadder than before.
Even though she now had an aim to ask for help, still, how could she persuade him to take her home?
Chen Enci played through all those clichéd plotlines she'd played in TV dramas in her mind.
Pretend to have a stomachache? Play the victim?
Or learn from Lin Jingshu, become a damsel in distress, and coyly say, "Brother Qin, I can't go home!"
Or continued to play the game Rong Yu was playing with the jerk, where losing meant promising the other party.
What if she lost, and the jerk abused or tormented her?
The thoughts scared Chen Enci, causing her to shiver and hastily throw them to the back of her mind.
Perhaps her head shaking was too extreme, it disturbed Qin Jie who was not far away.
He looked up, cast a glance at Chen Enci, and put his phone in his pocket, showing a posture ready to stand up.
He was about to leave?
