"Just help me this one time, and I'll promise you anything." There was a hint of despair in Rong Zi Chen's eyes, resolute, like a moth flying towards the flame.
Lan Xin Ai looked at Rong Zi Chen's expression with such earnest pleading, such heartbreaking begging. Her lips quivered slightly: "Alright, I'll help you. But I don't need you to do anything for me, just don't let Tian Tian down."
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Early February, the weather in River City was gradually warming up. People only needed to wear a light down jacket when they went outside.
Baiyun Coffee Shop, with a strong Baroque architectural style, was decorated in an elegant and rich manner.
"Welcome, Miss, how many are you?"
A waiter at the entrance greeted with a polite smile.
"I have a reservation." The woman was glamorous with large wavy hair, an oval face, and fair skin.
"This way, please!"
The waiter made a gesture.