This girl left an impression on Wang Dadong; she was the one selling goods under the overpass.
"You..."
"I don't want to know how you figured out I like someone," Meng Ruochen interrupted Wang Dadong, who was about to analyze the situation.
"Oh? Then what do you want to know?" Wang Dadong paused slightly.
Meng Ruochen thought for a moment and said, "I want to know if I should tell him."
Wang Dadong considered it and said, "It depends on how much you like him."
"I like him very, very much," Meng Ruochen said.
"Then tell him."
"But he's older than me, and I feel like he might not like me," Meng Ruochen said, lowering her head in disappointment.
"Trust me, age is never a problem. Love requires courage. If you don't even have the courage to confess, it means you don't like him enough," Wang Dadong said.
"I understand." Meng Ruochen sat back in her chair.
