In the lounge.
Sun Zhe stared at Ye Qiao and asked, "Who is she?"
Ye Qiao lightly pursed her full lips, her expression somewhat hesitant. She shook her head gently and said, "Forget it. There's no evidence, it's just a suspicion."
Sun Zhe reached out and ruffled her hair. "No matter what happens, I'm here for you," he said gently.
"Mm…" Ye Qiao's eyes reddened. She looked up at Sun Zhe, her vision blurred by tears, and choked out, "Brother, do you think I'm really stupid?"
"Why would you say that about yourself?"
Ye Qiao wiped her tears away. "Honestly, I know my own limits. With my background, I just have my looks and figure, no connections whatsoever. And I still want to make it in the entertainment industry… It's probably just like Shiyan said. I'd just end up getting fucked raw."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe felt exasperated. "You're a little fairy. Do you have to be so crude?"
Ye Qiao huffed playfully. "What you do is even cruder."
