Fu Ya: “You still want to be with Si Han?”
Ruan Bao'er stirred the coffee with a spoon. “Yes, but you can’t force love.”
“But you can pursue it.”
“But Si Han doesn’t give me any chance at all.”
Fu Ya looked at her frowning face and sighed softly, “How about this? I’m living with Si Han now, and I’m his artiste. It’s convenient to create opportunities for me. If you’re willing, I can try to help you.”
Ruan Baoer’s eyes lit up, then dimmed again. “Forget it. Sister Ball once helped me, but she was dissed by Si Han. I don’t want to implicate you.”
Hearing that, the frost in Fuya’s eyes melted. “It’s fine. Just pretend that it was a coincidence.”
“Then what should I do?”
“Listen to my arrangements.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The two exchanged phone numbers and discussed for a while before separating.
Fu Ya watched Ruan Bao'er get into the car and leave. Her red lips and flirtatious eyes were abnormally cold.