In the past, her friends were always her own age, from her parents' circle of friends and relatives or from school.
Cheng Daqi was different; this man, complex enough that Zhao Hongjin couldn't figure out try as she might, was the first friend she made who had no connection to her life.
"Emmm, Zhao sister, although your metaphor is quite presumptuous, I still don't think someone like you would be without friends."
The 'armed to the teeth BOSS' scratched his head and replied.
He felt like there was a generation gap between him and Zhao Hongjin.
Actually, a generation gap was normal since he was mentally in his thirties, and Zhao Hongjin was only nineteen this year.
"Don't call me Zhao sister. I never liked it when you called me that but was too embarrassed to say it straight. It makes me sound so old!"
The usual warmth was gone from her peach blossom eyes as Zhao Hongjin complained with a trace of urgency.
She had already adjusted her attitude.
