"Qingqing, what should I do? I kind of like you, young master." He was dressed in red, with loose black hair, and was indescribably elegant and enchanting.
"Uncle Hongling, this little girl deserves it." The corners of her eyes twitched.
"Qingqing, be my wife and I will take you to see him, okay?" He raised his brows, inexplicably confused and joking.
"Uncle Hongling, you'd better find another job." The corners of her mouth twitched.
Was it an accidental encounter or a deliberate arrangement.
If possible, I, Gu Qing, would rather never remember...