Zhao Guodong isn't good with words, he knows he's not good at sweet-talking people. Otherwise, why would he upset Ye Ling every day? Seeing the considerate and understanding Ye Qian in front of him, Zhao Guodong couldn't help but sigh, "If only Ye Ling could be as understanding as you. You don't know her temper; only I can handle it. And she's always picky. Sometimes I don't even know why she's angry; it makes me dizzy."
Ye Qian shyly looked at him, "Brother Guodong, actually you're really nice."
Zhao Guodong just chuckled.
Not far away, Wang Ping stood behind Zhang Linong, watching Zhao Guodong grinning foolishly, "He talks about Ye Ling like that and even compares her to Ye Qian. Won't Ye Ling get mad?"
"He's not worried himself, so why should we worry? Anyway, he'll be the one to suffer in the end." Zhang Linong snorted coldly, with his hands in his pockets, and just watched from a distance.
