"Miss Cheng, you're still too young — your youthful exuberance can sometimes be a detriment rather than a benefit,"
Chu Manxiao's gaze lingered on Cheng Weiyue with profound meaning. The next moment, she changed the subject, "I quite like your end-of-term work. If you're willing, I can help you register it domestically, use my status to endorse and gild your name, and provide you with the best resources and personnel to ensure your meteoric rise to fame."
"You understand, don't you?" Chu Manxiao tapped the table with her finger, "such an opportunity is hard to come by."
Cheng Weiyue found it amusing.
She looked down indifferently and asked, "Why go to such lengths? What exactly is it that you wish to ask me, Miss Chu?"
Chu Manxiao's expression grew tense. Her hand on the table clenched into a fist, her face tightened, "I just want to know, what did Zhong Qing tell you?"
