"Eh..."
Ye Chun's expression turned smug: "The esteemed Chief Craftsman, Mr. Ji Jue, who easily took the top spot, actually has a day where he needs me, a little loafer—it's like a dream."
Although, my legs are a bit sore... "
In an instant, her vision blurred, and she found herself already sitting in Ji Jue's chair, and then a pair of small hands started gently massaging her.
"Sister, is this pressure okay?"
Ji Jue looked up eagerly at her, flicked imaginary hair, and smiled humbly: "How about getting a membership card later, okay? I'm having a tough time; the younger siblings at home need tuition fees, the eldest brother is out gambling every day, and Little is sick with no one to care for him, wuwuwu..."
A broken family, such a sensible person.
How can you bear to leave me?
Click!
The sound of the shutter clicked.
Facing Ye Chun's raised phone, Ji Jue could only bite his lip and tearily cooperate for the photo.
