Jiang Zhixun had a bit of a chauvinistic streak. He admired Shen Qingqing's beauty but didn't want other men to witness it.
Yet deep down, he knew he wasn't the only one who had eyes.
Qingqing was a standout at work, with both inner and outer beauty, and admirers of hers were only going to increase in number.
It wasn't something he could stop just because he wanted to.
Whenever Shen Qingqing got angry, Jiang Zhixun would start to feel guilty.
"I'm not trying to interfere, just giving a suggestion. Whether or not to take it is up to you."
"What right do you have to give me advice?"
Jiang Zhixun: "There won't be a second time."
Not a single word of the man's promises did Shen Qingqing believe!
With a cold expression, she pulled ten yuan out of her bag—the cost of breakfast.
She slapped it onto Jiang Zhixun's chest.
"Please leave. Immediately."
Jiang Zhixun held a box in both arms, and the money slid down his chest onto the box.
A gust of wind threatened to sweep it away.
