Pressing Cheng Daqi onto the sofa, Temir felt that she really needed to have a serious talk with him.
"Cheng, I often don't understand what you're doing, did you really plan to give him ten thousand Dollars just now?"
Temir was puzzled; she understood Cheng Daqi's desire to put on a show, but she did not understand why he needed to drag her into performing with him.
Facing Gru, I can act along with you, but now you're dragging me in front of a lousy old man to perform, what is the meaning of this?
Do you really see me as your girlfriend?
"Of course, Mi'er, you can ask anything you don't understand, I'll be completely open with you."
Closing his eyes, Cheng Daqi gently answered Temir's question.
He was exhausted.
Aside from the two of them, the second floor was empty, and the sofa was very comfortable; he felt like falling asleep as soon as he sat down.
"Completely open? Is that another one of your lies?"
The black-haired rich woman sat opposite Cheng Daqi.
