After arranging a workstation for Chen Liang, Xu Qingling asked doubtfully, "Boss, why did you decide to keep him?"
"He and I are fated."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Boss, you can tell fortunes too?"
"A little."
Xu Qingling suddenly thought of something and asked quietly, "Then boss, do I have a destiny with you?"
Fang Cheng shook his head, "Can't figure it out."
"Why not?"
"I tell fortunes on a whim; trying too hard doesn't work."
Xu Qingling squinted at Fang Cheng, and her appreciation of him dispersed the irritation in her heart.
Handsome guys always seem to get forgiven more easily.
Someone like Fang Cheng could assassinate the President of the United States and still have people clamoring to defend him as innocent, even going so far as to testify the President threw himself at the bullet and committed suicide.
