Yan Bo, though he had plenty of complaints about Tao Jia, felt genuinely happy as he watched the two chat away.
Tong Xiaohua had been lonely since childhood, and even now, she had very few female friends to confide in, which pained Yan Bo, yet often, he felt powerless to help.
Because he knew that even if he was the perfect boyfriend, he could never be like a best friend to her.
If a boyfriend was like a down jacket, offering warmth all over, then a best friend was like a hand warmer, offering comfort only to specific, small areas.
If Tong Xiaohua could become good friends with Tao Jia, in any case, it would be a good thing.
However, the condition was that he first had to set some ground rules with Tao Jia, clarifying what could and could not be discussed.
Lest an uncontrollable situation arise later, which would be a loss not worth the risk.