"Jiaojiao," Gu Quan suddenly called out to her.
He bent down and lit his cigarette. "Don't play with your phone. Let's talk after you finish eating."
"We can talk now too."
Lin Jiao looked at him for a moment. For the first time, he chose to do what she said.
"This is for you." Gu Quan pushed the document folder forward but didn't bring up anything about compensating her.
"Have you forgotten what I said before?"
"I have not."
"Then why did you give me these?" Lin Jiao was not even interested to even look at it.
"Just treat it as a gift from me to you, okay?"
"Not ok."
Gu Quan stubbed out his cigarette.
He was silent for a long time before frowning. "Is it because of what He Qi said before?"
"No." Lin Jiao met his gaze. "I don't care what others think of me, nor do I want to take your things."
"You still hate me?"
"No, I don't hate you."
