Meng Suizhou smiled, "It's alright, we're among friends here. It doesn't matter who performs, right? Also, when we're outside, don't call me President, just call me Suizhou."
"Oh..." Feng Qing opened her mouth, but such simple words just wouldn't come out, and her face gradually turned red, until she felt it was burning.
Seeing her shyness, Meng Suizhou considerately shifted his gaze to the side and started talking to Jing Shun.
Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her palms were sweaty from nervousness.
She and Xie Weichen were both orphans, growing up in an orphanage together, leaning on each other, keeping each other warm, supporting one another through their bumpy path to adulthood.
She cared for Xie Weichen, was considerate of Xie Weichen, and liked Xie Weichen.
She had never thought of leaving Xie Weichen because she was accustomed to being with him.
However, her feelings for Xie Weichen were more familial than romantic.
