Temir glanced at Cheng Daqi with a trace of melancholy, genuinely at a loss for how to reply.
If she didn't care deep down, then language was just a tool.
But once Temir began to care, she didn't want her words to be mistaken for weapons.
So, she hesitated and did not speak rashly.
Despite having met him only two hours ago, she had already begun to truly care about what Cheng Daqi thought of her.
It wasn't just because Cheng Daqi was competent, but more importantly, he had brought too many schemes to their interaction.
"Chan, I don't have any prejudice against you; it's just that, I think, you should understand me, you know?"
All right, Temir still admitted that she had prejudices against vagrants, and her tone was even somewhat downcast.
Nobody wants their friends to see their less attractive sides.
Cheng Daqi gently pressed her shoulder and, seeing the raven-haired wealthy woman wasn't repulsed, he smiled subtly without a sound.
