"You... really can help me?"
Wei Jia's beautiful eyes slightly trembled, then she shook her head: "No, you can't help me..."
"Why can't I help you?"
Li Jing embraced the other's slender, smooth waist, looking at the typically strong and cool Wei Jia now nestled in his arms, feeling an inexplicable sense of conquest: "Are you underestimating me too much?"
"I'm not underestimating you, but you don't know what I want."
Wei Jia turned her head, her cold gaze looked at the towering buildings of Tianhai in the distance: "I know you can give me money, can support me, let me live a good life.
But I'm not An Tong, nor Zhang Xinxin; I can't be a caged canary, even if I have no worries about food and clothing, enjoying life every day..."
"You got it wrong, I didn't plan to support you like that."
Before she finished speaking, Li Jing interrupted.
