"Let's not talk about that. Just know that I didn't help you because I pitied you," said Jiao Man.
Zhenzhen Dong was instantly lost in thought...
Her heart was like a kitten's paws, scratching with immense curiosity about the identity of her benefactor. Despite racking her brain, she couldn't figure it out, because there was no one around her capable of persuading Jiao Man to help her act in such a short time.
This was not just help—it was acting!!
But Jiao Man remained tight-lipped, and Zhenzhen had no way to proceed. "Mr. Jiao, then please convey my thanks for me. If there's time..."
"Hehe, alright, I'll pass on your gratitude. As for the rest, I'm afraid there's no time," Jiao Man curtly refused, cutting her off before she could finish.
She had no need to pretend with such an ordinary girl.
Zhenzhen felt powerless. In the presence of real power, she felt even smaller, more inferior, more incapable.
"Alright, I understand..."