"Remember to lock the door."
Zhang Qiang repeatedly reminded and urged, then he left.
"Come on, let's have a drink." Mo Weidong pulled Zhang Qiang into the car.
Zhang Qiang refused: "No, I need to go back and explain things to my mom."
"Honestly, do you really have no feelings for her?"
Not only did Liu Cuixong not believe it, even Mo Weidong was skeptical. He said, "That girl looks so pitiful, are you not moved at all?"
"Dongzi, if I really liked her, wouldn't I admit it?" Zhang Qiang couldn't help but retort.
"You don't seem like such a kind-hearted person, do you? You're helping find her a job and a place to stay, even coming to me for help. You say you don't have feelings for her? You saved her life on the train, isn't that enough? Why are you providing full service treatment?"
Mo Weidong smirked, thinking to himself: Zhang Qiang is just a stubborn duck refusing to admit it.
"I can't win against you; I'm too lazy to argue."
