Wen Qiao affectionately patted Lin Ruochun's head with an especially gentle tone, "Don't worry about it, no need to waste money on insignificant people."
"Don't touch my head!" Lin Ruochun vehemently swatted Wen Qiao's hand away, "Every time you pat my head, I feel like you're treating me like a dog."
"Your feeling is wrong."
Wen Qiao, without any explanation, placed her hand back on Lin Ruochun's head.
Lin Ruochun watched her reflection in the elevator doors, looking totally at the mercy of someone else...
And then there was Wen Qiao, who had just been denying it, but her face clearly broadcasted, "Surprisingly, your feelings are quite sharp, you're not wrong, I do indeed see you like a little dog."
Forget it.
Struggling was pointless.
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As soon as they arrived on set, Song Qian, who was sitting under Lin Ruochun's tent, noticed the two of them right away.
