In her twenty-sixth year, she had actually met a perfect Male God like Ding Ling.
And Ding Ling treated her very well.
She, YOYO, was also a woman. How could she not let her imagination run wild?
What she thought about most now was, Does Boss like me or not?
Is he really trying to court me?
Her Favorability toward Ding Ling was extremely high. Whenever she thought about such matters, her emotions inevitably rose and fell.
She even felt a little anxious and insecure. If he courts me, should I say yes? If I do, will he think I'm not ladylike at all, not reserved enough? That I'm too forward? What if he misunderstands me? Then what? Will we break up someday? If we really break up, what will happen to my job?
YOYO's mind was a mess.
She was overthinking things a little.
She did not reject the idea of dating Ding Ling.
After all, Ding Ling's looks, height, physique, wealth, and everything else were all top-tier.
He was unquestionably a top-notch rich, tall, and handsome man.
It would be difficult to find anyone like him in the entire world.
Not to mention meeting someone like that, YOYO had never even seen one before.
She had met quite a few wealthy people and plenty of handsome men, but among those who had top-tier height, wealth, and looks, she had only seen Ding Ling.
There were plenty of wealthy people in South Korea, but most of them looked average. There were very few who were exceptionally handsome.
Especially after meeting Ding Ling, she felt that the handsome men she had once considered fairly good-looking could only be called ordinary.
In front of a handsome guy like Ding Ling, what man would dare claim that he was handsome?
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