"Forget it, people find me annoying anyway. The two of us have mismatched vibes. Come on, let's drink!" Qiuqiu raised his glass.
Qian thought about Bai Jin's painful confession just now, then looked at Qiuqiu covered in water. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: what if she introduced Bai Jin to Qiuqiu—
No, that won't work.
Qian quickly discarded the idea. Matters of love require fate. She hadn't forgotten Bai Jin's clear dislike when she looked at Qiuqiu.
And Qiuqiu's tone didn't suggest he was very interested either. These two people were practically a modern version of "Pride and Prejudice."
"This year, I haven't done much other than getting slapped. I guess I should focus more on my career. Qian, wish me luck." Qiuqiu raised his glass and said self-deprecatingly.
"I believe in you. Go for it." Qian raised her glass, suddenly struck by an idea.
"Do you and Meizi need an article published in the newspaper before your hobby class opens?"
