Helping You

"I won't help you. You'd better give up." Chen Yu stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and snuffed it out with her high heels.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Chen Yu stood up. "I'm going back. Think about it again. I'm only advising you like this because I really treat you as a friend."

Looking at Chen Yu's back, Guo Lin fiercely threw the cigarette on the ground.

The reason why she had been trying to curry favor with Chen Yu during this period of time was that she hoped that Chen Yu could help her.

Hooligans like Chen Yu usually had some unexpected connections. Although they could not do anything to Guo Miao on the right path, they might still have an opportunity to make her take the wrong path.

Alas now, it seemed that the only person who could help her was not willing to help her.

Guo Lin clenched her fists and looked at Chen Yu, who was gradually walking away.

Her gaze fell on the brick on the ground again.