Because I promised Meng Qinghao that I would attend that foreign diplomatic banquet as an interpreter in a while, during this period Gu Lingling would come to Meng Qinghao to practice spoken dialogue whenever she had free time.
This day, she had just arrived at the doorway of Meng Qinghao's office according to their previous arrangement when she heard someone speaking inside, "I don't care, you must agree to this matter for me."
That voice, wasn't it Meng Feifei's voice?
This woman, she really is like a lingering ghost.
Wait a minute, Meng Feifei, Meng Qinghao?
Gu Lingling was a bit embarrassed, how slow was she to just realize this now.
"Aren't you putting me in a difficult position?" Meng Qinghao's voice came out.
"I'm your real sister," Meng Feifei said, "You can't side with others, besides, if you don't help me with this, no one else can."
This line, damn, it sounds really familiar.
"Do you want to watch me being bullied and laughed at?" Meng Feifei continued.
