Xu Wei paused for a moment before her eyes narrowed with an unnatural smile like a crescent moon, "Since when do people give such daunting gifts? You'll scare people off."
"What's wrong with that? We didn't fail to return the favor."
"Never mind. I'm going to deliver the gifts."
Chen Dengming watched Xu Wei running off like a gust of wind, his smile gradually fading, his heart too, was less joyful.
On the other hand, the joy on Xu Wei's face also dwindled as she ran away. Her heart was sour, tingling and bitter, and yet she was deeply moved.
If paper dolls could shed tears, her tears would have rolled down like pearls with broken threads.
She was a paper doll with low qualifications and she knew her life was short.
Therefore, even if Chen Dengming took the initiative to speak, she did not want to face it, not wanting to affect Chen Dengming in any way.