After dinner, Gu Jiahui and Sheng Tang strolled around the nearby square.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, but the square was bustling with people, absolutely packed.
Gu Jiahui naturally held her hand, and the two walked slowly.
"Aren't you going to soothe her and strike while the iron is hot?" Sheng Tang asked.
Gu Jiahui said, "If I go now, she'll just think you're not important. Even if you're my girlfriend, when she sees you as unimportant, your value will greatly diminish.
Signing you means spending five million a year just on financial costs, not to mention other benefits. Do you want me to waste like that?"
"Master of manipulation." Sheng Tang sighed, then subtly withdrew her hand.
To prevent Yang Mingming from having people take photos, capturing them walking together but not appearing intimate, Sheng Tang took the initiative to link arms with him, rather than letting him hold her hand.
