There were three vertical lines on Zhang Moyan's forehead, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether he was praising or insulting her.
"I'm so envious of you." She looked at the ticket in her hand front and back again, feeling a little emotional.
"What are you envious of?" Xiao Xingyu asked with great interest.
"I envy you for being able to pursue a career you love, working hard for what you like and achieving something. Unlike me, I can't even say what I like."
Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan's slightly lonely face under the light for a while: "Don't you like being a reporter?"
Zhang Moyan pondered and shook her head. "It's not that I like it, nor do I dislike it. It's just my job." She curled the corners of her lips indifferently. "Do you think someone like me is insensitive?"
"Indeed," Xiao Xingyu looked at her with a smile, "but I also think that if you don't love something, it's even more amazing if you work so hard just out of responsibility."
Zhang Moyan didn't expect Xiao Xingyu to say that. She was stunned for a moment. She felt a little comforted in her heart but didn't know what to say for a moment. Her heart and mind were filled with thoughts like "What should I do? I'm still so moved. I'm too powerless to resist him."
"So that means you will definitely go?" Xiao Xingyu glanced at the exhibition ticket in Zhang Moyan's hand.
Zhang Moyan nodded calmly, "Zhou Xia treats me like a friend, so I'll definitely go and show my support. Oh, do I need to prepare any gifts? Should I prepare a flower basket?"
Xiao Xingyu sneered: "No need, she will be so happy if you just take me with you."
Zhang Moyan was stunned: "Why?"
Xiao Xingyu stretched his shoulders and said with a sigh, "Because if she can't handle it, it will be too late for me!"
"Too late?" Zhang Moyan pondered Xiao Xingyu's words and asked in surprise, "Haven't you agreed to let Zhou Xia work in your research institute yet?"
Xiao Xingyu said as a matter of course: "Of course not, Geng Jun didn't hand over his firewood kiln to me!"
Zhang Moyan was slightly startled and calculated the days: "Zhou Xia is almost four months pregnant, right? Her belly should be showing by now, right?"
"You're quite knowledgeable," Xiao Xingyu smacked his lips, sizing up Zhang Moyan's waist. "You've been doing a lot of research!"
For some reason, Zhang Moyan felt that Xiao Xingyu's eyes were really... very rogue.
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