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Temir lay in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hesitating about how to reply to Cheng Daqi's message.
The day she met Cheng Daqi, she always felt that this man was different.
She thought she just admired the abilities of this Asian vagrant.
But when Cheng Daqi suddenly talked to her about collaboration, she was awakened by the sharpness she had cultivated since childhood.
A stranger, a person of such low status, in less than a day.
To be precise, within a few hours, he had breached her psychological defenses.
She actually wanted to trust Cheng Daqi that easily.
She clearly remembered what Cheng Daqi said then.
A vagrant, using his short video account's performance as a bargaining chip.
He claimed time and again that he was sincere, and Temir was nearly moved by that ridiculous 'sincerity'.
When she realized something was wrong, the black-haired rich woman immediately thought of many things that weren't normal.
