"Zhijun, there's something I want to tell you, but you must promise not to tell anyone, including your aunt and all your relatives," Shen Ning pleaded tearfully, her hands clasped in the car. "If you can't promise, please leave now, and consider today as if you've seen nothing. Don't involve yourself in my affairs anymore. I'll be grateful to you."
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned against the back of the car seat and burst into tears.
Li Zhijun felt at a loss. In his entire life, he had never been in a situation like this. He was torn between curiosity and uncertainty, unable to figure out how to respond.
However, the woman's distressed expression made him more certain than ever that Shen Ning was facing difficulties.
A surge of chivalry rose within him.
"Ning, don't worry. I will definitely keep your secret. If you're facing any difficulties, just tell me, and I'll do my best to help you," he reassured her gently, patting her back.
