Li Changlin opened the private chat window and quickly typed, "White Fox, do you have any special skills?"
"Hello, Elder Gong." Since he had already been addressed that way, there was no shame in using such a term in writing, "Elder Gong, why do you ask?"
"Well, I just find you pleasing to the eye and want to support you." Li Changlin felt very relaxed in the presence of his admirer.
"Elder Gong, you're not a talent scout, are you?" Seeing Li Changlin's words, a strange thought began to rise in White Fox's mind.
She had seen talent scouts recruit people before, but never in such a manner.
Because Li Changlin's account was a newbie account, White Fox didn't immediately think of Li Changlin as a wealthy patron.
Although Li Changlin had just sent a Silver Necklace worth ten thousand yuan, after reading Li Changlin's message, White Fox subconsciously viewed him as a talent scout.
