"I, Yu Bing, hereby assure Chen Cheng that as long as it's within my authorized range..."
"I am Tong Jialu, and I guarantee Chen Cheng. Whether it's business-related or private..."
When this third identical oath resounded, Chen Cheng momentarily didn't know whether to look at the two people before him or at them through his phone.
Yu Bing just stood there quietly, her hands hanging loosely by her sides, her slender legs pressed tightly together without any gap.
Her cold, calamitous face showed no hint of a smile, as if there was nothing in this world that could shake her inner pride.
Meanwhile, Tong Jialu was shivering all over.
Her fair skin was covered in goosebumps under the warm light.
Her ten toes, painted in light purple nail polish, clung tightly to the carpet, and her gaze towards Chen Cheng was fragile and helpless.
"Have you taken enough pictures?"
"Brother Cheng, can I..."
Chen Cheng held up his phone, stepped back two steps, and said lightly, "Turn around."
