"Congratulations!" Luo Xiaoqian's tone lacked any hint of teasing, "Last time, I thought carefully about the question you asked. You were right; it matters most who that girl truly loves. If she likes you too, I support you in pursuing her."
"That girl..." Jiao Yang walked up to the big screen, gazing at the still shot of her close-up, "is actually you."
On the other end of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian was stunned.
His voice was too somber, not at all like he was joking.
Five seconds later.
Jiao Yang burst into laughter, "Xiao Qian, did you actually believe that?"
Luo Xiaoqian's heart immediately relaxed, "Nice try, Casanova."
She knew he appreciated her talent, knew he initially wanted to recruit her to his company, knew he later considered her a friend... but she never believed that Jiao Yang could have that kind of romantic feeling for her.
However, for a moment just now, Jiao Yang was so solemn, uncharacteristically so, she almost believed him.
Luckily, it was just a joke.
