"Are you sure that with your influence, you can reverse the public opinion?" Chu Anche asked with a laugh.
"If I don't try, how can I know that it's not possible?" Yan Qingruo argued, "Mr. Chu, please reserve a space for an article in this morning's paper for me. Thank you."
Pinching the bridge of his nose hard, Chu Anche did not want to help with anything related to Chen Qianmo.
Because of Chen Qianmo, Chu Anjing had cried countless times, and the engagement party of the Chu family had been a laughingstock to many.
And now he was being asked to help Chen Qianmo and his wife—a thought that had never crossed his mind.
"Mr. Chu!" Yan Qingruo's voice echoed in his ear.
Her voice was clear and light, like a ripple-free stream flowing gently between pebbles, undisturbed.
She was like that very stream, calm and transparent, where the stones and small fish beneath the water could be seen with utmost clarity.