As she spoke, she began to sob again.

Tang Xiaobao really didn't want to care about it.

This kind of thing requires mutual consent. If the other party doesn't accept help, it seems meaningless to say anything more.

But when he saw He Tingting crying so sadly, he finally decided to try again.

"Okay, even if you don't want my help, you can still tell me about it. Even if I can't comfort you, I can still be your most loyal listener. You'll feel much better if you let it out. You can't keep things bottled up. That's not good for your health. Just tell me what I, your boss, want from you, okay?"

"I--"

He Tingting sobbed.

"Come on, wipe your tears. If you cry again, you will really become a big tabby cat."

Tang Xiaobao handed her a few napkins and said jokingly.

He Tingting took it with some emotion, wiped her tears, and finally calmed down slowly.

Tang Xiaobao was not in a hurry and did not force her anymore. He just sat there quietly, waiting for her to tell the story.

After a long while, He Tingting said slowly, "Mr. Tang, do you really want to hear my story?"

"Well, I'm curious, and I care about you."

Tang Xiaobao said.

He Tingting didn't know why, but her face turned red again.

Tang Xiaobao was puzzled.

Why are you blushing again?

Could it be that she misunderstood something I said?

Touching his nose, Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Tell me."

He Tingting nodded, thought for a while, and finally began to tell her story.