"Shuqin, you…" Ou Cong finally opened his mouth, hesitating.
But halfway through, looking at Jiang Shuqin's expression that was so different from her usual seriousness, for some reason a strange feeling welled up in his chest.
His heart actually started thumping uncontrollably.
This… could Shuqin be about to tell him something, something… important?
"Ahem." Ou Cheng gave a fake cough, then said, "Shuqin, you came to me because there's something important, right? If it's nothing important, then we…"
"Ou Cong!" Ou Cong's words were cut off halfway by Jiang Shuqin.
Then Jiang Shuqin fixed her gaze steadily on Ou Cong.
Ou Cong froze, and the room instantly fell silent.
After a moment, Jiang Shuqin finally spoke. "Ou Cong, why do you think a woman would follow a man around without complaint or regret, hustling outside with him for years?"
"This…" Hearing that, Ou Cong really didn't know how to answer.
Or rather, he didn't know what kind of answer Jiang Shuqin wanted.
