"Well, I know, you don't know whether you should help me, right?"
Yuan Cuizhi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
Song Rushuang nodded slightly, having a rough idea in her mind.
"Do you hate me?"
"Ah? You, you are very beautiful. I don't hate you."
"That's all, little sister. Helping others is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people. I just want to ask you for a small favor. If you don't hate me, why can't you help me?"
"But, I, I can't do it."
She looked at Fang Mingzhi for help.
She seemed to really hope that he could say something to help her.
Fang Mingzhi did speak:
"Little girl, just let me help you, she can't do it!"
Song Rushuang took a deep breath.
She originally didn't want to have any direct conflict with Fang Mingzhi.
But she really couldn't stand the man in front of her.
Out of ten things he said, nine out of ten were unpleasant to her ears.
She really hates people like this who have no sense of propriety and like to belittle those around them.
Both men and women are extremely disgusted.
Some things really shouldn't be said.
But now that the words are on the tip of my tongue, I would be doing myself a disservice if I don't say them.
"You're really interesting. She hasn't done anything yet, so how do you know she can't do it?"
Fang Mingzhi seemed to have not understood where Song Rushuang's anger came from.
He explained righteously:
"We grew up together, so I understand her. She really can't do anything right, so she definitely can't help you."
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