After sending the message, Rong Qingqing was waiting for her brother's reply.
It took about five minutes before there was a response.
From now on, let's consider ourselves friends, no need for formalities. —Rong Kuo.
Rong Qingqing's eyes lit up at the word "friend."
What an unexpected gain!
Rong Ming, that brat, what nonsense did he say about Shen Jue being a jinx to her? Clearly, he's her good luck charm.
Everything is going as planned.
Think about something, and it comes true.
Okay, with a friend like President Rong, I'm definitely in! —Rong Qingqing.
Wondering when Mr. Rong will leave Qing City? If convenient, let me treat you to a meal. Give me a chance to thank you in person. —Rong Qingqing.
I'm flying out tomorrow morning; we can meet tonight. —Rong Kuo.
Excited, Rong Qingqing ran to the restaurant with her phone, calling out to Shen Jue.
"Shen Jue, is there a restaurant in Qing City with a nice ambiance and good food?" Rong Qingqing asked.
