Hen Zhiyuan's eyes flickered with a hint of hesitation.
"You don't need to say it, your eyes have already told me," Guan Qing said. "If that's the case, I'll help you."
"Help me? How?" Hen Zhiyuan was astonished.
"The things my father won't do for you, I will," Guan Qing said firmly, looking into his eyes.
"Qingqing, what... what are you planning to do?" Hen Zhiyuan couldn't imagine how Guan Qing, a businesswoman on the commercial battlefield, could have any way to help him get promoted to regimental commander.
"That's not for you to worry about," Guan Qing said with a smile. "You just remember that all roads lead to Rome! If one is blocked, I'll try another."
"Just don't do anything reckless," Hen Zhiyuan knew Guan Qing was always headstrong and feared she might do something inappropriate.
