Zoya looked at Ragib.
Hearing these words, he felt a warm current in his heart for no reason.
Originally, it was very normal for him to work hard for the sake of his livelihood.
But maybe women were born sensitive, and when they heard the words of concern, they always felt a little wronged and touched.
"So what if it's hard work?" Zoya rolled down her sleeves. "I live on my own. I have to provide for the house and save money... You, as powerful and influential people, don't understand the meaning of running about for life."
"But you can also live a life like this." Ragib looked at her. "You're my girlfriend. I'll protect you."
Zoya's face was burning hot.
She didn't know if her face was red or not.
Obviously, on the Internet and in reality, she had heard a lot of love stories. She was not surprised at the skills of men when they talked.
