"Jiaojiao, make yourself at home."
Zhu Wanqi led Gu Jiaojiao into the house and gestured to a nearby sofa chair for her to sit down.
The two of them sat down and exchanged a look—one was calm, the other awkward.
Gu Jiaojiao was the calm one.
Although she had come to ask Zhu Wanqi for help, she was only trying her luck. If it really didn't work out, she would just let it go.
Zhu Wanqi was the awkward one.
Just yesterday, Zhang Tianming had told her not to approach Leng Yuan.
Besides, Lu Yuanbin's situation was rather thorny, and there was truly nothing she could do to help.
That was why when they looked at each other, Zhu Wanqi was both awkward and sheepish.
Gu Jiaojiao was the one who had helped her with her skin, and now that Jiaojiao had finally asked for a favor, she couldn't help in the slightest.
Gu Jiaojiao didn't read too much into it. She turned, about to take out the face masks she had brought, but Zhu Wanqi suddenly stood up. "Let me go wash some fruit for you."
