Cheng Daqi understood what the girl wanted, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to respond.
Seeing the man sitting opposite her seemingly hesitant, Zhao Ying's heart began to flutter uncertainly.
Would he agree?
If he refused, what should I do?
If he made some perverted demands, what would I do?
Taking the step to sell one's soul is easy, the difficulty lies in enduring the long-term agony without regret.
Zhao Ying, she had just extended one foot and already began to feel afraid.
Not everyone is as clear as CEO Cheng, clear on what the cost of each choice is.
"Little Zhao, I have time now, but your clothes seem a bit inappropriate, of course, don't misunderstand.
What I mean is, perhaps wearing a training outfit to dance, would show the beauty of the movements better than a sweatshirt and pants."
Hearing CEO Cheng's words, that fluttering feeling in her heart finally settled down, and Zhao Ying's furrowed brows also relaxed.
