Jiang Zhe was startled.
"Although I don't know who you are or what your ambitions are, I'm afraid you've made a mistake in trying to achieve your goal with my identity."
"You can consider it," Jiang Zhe said.
Yu Zhao shrugged her shoulders and snorted disdainfully. "Why should I do work for you?"
Jiang Zhe shrugged and did not force her, "I know you don't lack money. Since you've chosen to give up on this shortcut, then forget it."
He turned around and walked in the other direction. Yu Zhao stood still, her eyes following his back.
She lowered her eyes as if she was thinking about something.
After a long while, Yu Zhao chased after him.
She had just walked to the car when Jiang Zhe was already in the car, ready to leave.
"Hello, Jiang Zhe," Yu Zhao called out to him.
"What?" Jiang Zhe tilted his head and looked at her.
"Is what you said just now true?" Yu Zhao asked.
