Wen Rou heard Mu Jinyu's answer and doubts arose in her heart.
When they had met a few days ago, hadn't he mentioned that he came from a poor area? How could he know such influential friends then?
Although she was doubtful, Wen Rou didn't dwell on it and smiled, "In that case, I ought to treat them to a meal to express my thanks."
"Hmm, I'll call them out someday, but..." Mu Jinyu hesitated for a moment before saying, "You really shouldn't open that restaurant, it won't make much money anyway."
Upon hearing this, Wen Rou lowered her head, her expression one of inferiority, and weakly said, "But if I don't open the restaurant, I don't know what else I can do..."
"You don't need to do anything..." Mu Jinyu stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Rou's chin, applying a little force to make her lift her head to look into his eyes, then spoke earnestly, "I can support you."
At his words, Wen Rou blushed, dodging his gaze as she stammered, "You... don't joke about that."
