Ji Wanmei was taken aback when she heard him say that.

He didn't even ask her why she took over the bookstore owner's shop.

They didn't even ask her why she chose to open a DVD store, which she had no confidence in, when the store was located near the school.

Or perhaps he should ask how much initial capital is needed to open such a store.

She used up the money he had given her. What if they ran out of money and didn't have any emergency funds?

Without asking any questions, he simply said he would make time to go to Guangzhou with her.

Ji Wanmei looked at him: "Aren't you going to ask me why I opened a music and video store?"

At this moment, they had reached the spot where the Thunder Army's pickup truck was parked by the roadside. They said, "My eyesight is so good. What you decide to do must have a reason. I believe in you and support you."

He opened the car door and reached out to help Ji Wanmei into the car.

Ji Wanmei sat in the passenger seat, and Lei Tingjun leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt.

The passenger seatbelt's buckle started to malfunction a few days ago because we put a lot of cargo on it; it kept getting stuck.

Lei Tingjun was afraid she wouldn't know how to do it, so he bent down to help her.

Ji Wanmei straightened her back, and when she looked down, she could see the man intently fastening her seatbelt.

These days, not only has she lost weight, but he has also lost weight.

Not only did I lose weight, but I also got a tan.

His thick, sharp eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his expression was very serious, as if the seatbelt in his hand was something important.

Ji Wanmei looked at his profile. His deep features, honed over this period, had gained a more composed and reserved air, exuding an imposing presence without anger.

The traffic on the street and the heavy shadows of the buildings across the street all converged to form the focused expression on the man's brows in front of Ji Wanmei.

Ji Wanmei said, "But opening a DVD store like this could very well wipe out all the money in our savings accounts. Aren't you going to ask about that?"

Lei Tingjun finally fastened his seatbelt, looked up, and stared at Ji Wanmei with his deep, shimmering black eyes.

He smiled slowly.

His smile was brighter than the May sun.

"I'm so happy that Meimei finally needs my help."

He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen behind Ji Wanmei's ear, saying with an extremely serious expression, "I've been working so hard for this day."