An Ning sat in her office, caught up in a dilemma.
She thought of Chen Yang, who always had a carefree smile on his face, and suddenly found this man somewhat incomprehensible. He had openly flirted with her just the previous night, but today, he acted with such compassion, which made her wonder who the real him was.
The changes in Chen Yang piqued An Ning's curiosity.
A while later, she picked up the phone and called Ren Xiaojian, "Hello, Xiaojian, there's no need to find me a new bodyguard for now, I'll put up with it. After all, it's not easy to find a good bodyguard."
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Chen Yang took his Maserati to get a paint job. On the road, he noticed that the luxury car didn't turn heads as much as his old bicycle did.
In Dong'an City, Maseratis were rare, but old bicycles were almost nonexistent. Furthermore, with the loud noise of Chen Yang's bicycle and its almost square-shaped tires, it drew even more attention.
