"Why didn't you leave with them?" Jiang Rou glanced at the person in the passenger seat, her expression full of curiosity.
Zhang Ziqi's expression was ugly as she forced a smile, not wanting to tell the truth, "I don't feel well."
"Come on, I'm not an outsider. Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice," Jiang Rou said, eager to be helpful, like a caring older sister.
Zhang Ziqi bit her lip and lowered her head, pondering for a moment.
After thinking it over, she told Jiang Rou about how she had used Jiang Man's manuscript.
"I really, I was deluded at that moment, but I didn't do it on purpose. I thought since Sister Man didn't want it, it was just trash, so picking it up was like recycling," she said.
"I think, my dear sister, that our sis is just too stingy. She didn't want it anyway; there's nothing wrong with you taking it," Jiang Rou persuaded gently.
