Don't be a Busybody

"Other. . . Thoughts, I. . . "

Cold sweat broke out all over Leng Jun's body as she was stared at by Duan Zhimu. She silently clenched her fists under the table, wondering if it would be appropriate for her to confess to her right now.

He wanted to let her know his feelings and get closer to the relationship between the two of them. However, he was afraid that she would fall in love with him in such a short period of time. She would doubt what had happened in the past.

This imposter had already replaced her identity and returned to the Leng family. She had also seen it. Sooner or later, she would suspect something.

Her confession right now would only speed up the progress of her doubts. In the end, the gains would outweigh the gains.

"Do you want to sign a contract with me and get a share of the profits?"

"Yes, ah?"