"It all depends on your definition. If you set high standards, I'll work hard."
Feng Ziheng's every word revolved around Chu Liangxia.
Chu Liangxia, put on a pedestal, felt quite embarrassed and spoke slowly, "Actually, I have a dream..."
"I'm all ears," Feng Ziheng took the conversation patiently.
"It's..." Chu Liangxia paused, then straightened her back, turned, and looked at Feng Ziheng with utmost certainty, articulating every word, "to, support, you."
Feng Ziheng: "..."
After uttering those words, Chu Liangxia stared seriously at Feng Ziheng's expression. She had expected a significant reaction, but his face remained the same, and so did his indifferent expression, which was a bit of a blow to her.
However—
As she watched, Chu Liangxia felt something was off.
Subtly, she could see a smile beginning to form in Feng Ziheng's eyes.
"Do you really want to laugh?" Chu Liangxia got a little angry.