Song Qiao frowned and looked up at him, but quickly shifted her gaze to the flickering numbers, bit her lip, and then spoke indifferently, "No need, after all, you are the financier."
Whether he knows what she likes or dislikes makes no difference. With a man like Lu Jingchen, who has such status, position, and background, and is so powerful that he almost has no rivals in An City, how could he possibly bend over backwards to accommodate her?
Sometimes it's enough just to listen to certain things; there's no need to take them seriously.
Just then, the elevator doors opened. Lu Jingchen looked at the suddenly serene little face, not sure if he was overthinking or if it really was so, but now Song Qiao seemed even more distant, even showing some rejection to his closeness. He squinted slightly, a faint undercurrent flickering in his eyes, but said nothing, reaching out to take the girl's hand and walked out of the elevator that had just opened its doors.
