Difficult?
Of course it was difficult. If Li Xiu was still working as a male public relations, he could walk over without hesitation and sell smiles to the guests. But now, just as he had decided to be a man with dignity, Jiang Xiaorou with a single sentence dragged him from heaven into hell.
"Li Xiu — is it that difficult?" Jiang Xiaorou's smiling face slowly tightened.
As if worried about Li Xiu, since he chose to follow her home and took a monthly salary of five hundred thousand, he should do some real work, not dampen her mood.
"No — not difficult." Li Xiu's fists slowly unclenched, and he walked over.
His body gradually bent down, with everyone watching him, he went down on one knee, his dignity trampled, how could he kneel?
To kneel? Or not to kneel? Kneel then! He had no choice. Jiang Xiaorou might appear innocent and cute on the surface, but in reality, she wasn't kind, she was a vicious woman, Li Xiu had come to realize this today.