Gu Jincheng looked at her with an almost smile, "What's the matter? I'm not going to eat you, what are you afraid of? Besides, it was because I saw you as Zhao Mengmeng's good friend, just offering a bit of help. Moreover, we are friends now, aren't we? And you refuse even this small favor?"
His words were reasonable, and Song Weiyi actually couldn't find a reason to argue.
He offered his help from the standpoint of a friend and not as an excessive demand; if she refused again, it would seem quite petty.
And Gu Jincheng's gaze once again fell on her clothes, employing his trump card. "Besides, standing here in your current state, you are a bit conspicuous."
Song Weiyi gathered her hands together and her body followed with a slight tremble, no longer refusing Gu Jincheng's kindness.
"Then, thank you, you've troubled yourself." She replied gratefully.
