Who is Qing Rong?
Although Cheng Zhirang didn't ask, she still took the time to explain:
"Him? He's an online friend I met while writing, very talented. Since we share the same hobbies, we talk a bit more, but we've only chatted a few times online and never met in person, so we're not particularly close."
Cheng Zhirang handed her the phone, murmuring acknowledgement: "Do you really admire him? You seemed very engaged during the call."
"I admire anyone who can excel in their field. Would you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"Mind me admiring men other than you."
Cheng Zhirang didn't stop drying her hair, indicating he wouldn't.
"Whether you admire others is your own freedom. Whether this admiration makes you think someone else is better, to the point you want to leave me, that's what concerns me. Would I let you have such thoughts that someone is better than me?"
Mu Qiu couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head firmly.
