Ren Zhong fell silent.
Ju Qingmeng gazed at him fixedly, saying nothing, clearly waiting for something.
The two of them quietly looked at each other.
Ju Qingmeng's face grew increasingly red.
In Ren Zhong's mind, many thoughts flashed by like lightning.
He actually had a lot he wanted to say.
On the way back, he had prepared a thick stack of drafts in his mind.
He intended to use a rigorous explanation to tell Ju Qingmeng that his relationship with her was never just one of superior and subordinate.
To tell her that his decision to help her was never out of sympathy, but rather a deeper acknowledgment of her.
He thought of many pieces of evidence to prove that his feelings for her were extraordinary, beyond ordinary friendship.
From the first, second, all the way to the twenty-seventh point.
He also wanted to use the proper words to tell Ju Qingmeng what kind of love he desired.
He did not want Ju Qingmeng to always feel inferior to him in their future interactions.
