Zhao Dong turned his head and saw Qing Yu with her arms crossed, pouting as she sulked and stared out the window. Her resentful expression was indescribably adorable.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Dong gently rubbed Qing Yu's head and asked with a smile.
"Senior!" Qing Yu snapped her head back, demanding, "What *is* your relationship with that woman? How can a high-ranking director like her be so good to you?"
"Good? Is she?" Zhao Dong replied, confused. "We're just ordinary friends."
"Not good?" A hint of red crept into Qing Yu's eyes. "Never mind that she, a director, was willing to apologize to a driver for you. Just now, when we were buying clothes, she personally helped you put them on and straightened the hem. Is that something an ordinary friend would do? And we ran into that director at the restaurant last time, too, and you jumped in to help her out!"
