Du Muhan propped his chin up with one hand and looked curiously at the beautiful, aloof, and proud girl before him.
The more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was completely different from everyone else.
How should he put it? She was a little special, a little mysterious, and her views and ideas were somewhat unconventional, as if...
Du Muhan furrowed his brows and thought for a while before finally realizing why she felt familiar to him, and why he had acted so unusually by repeatedly striking up conversations with her in the car that day.
It was because he felt that her personality was somewhat similar to his own.
Why had he never noticed it before? Why had he never felt it?
Du Muhan couldn't figure it out.
"Isn't it okay to like it? Isn't that reason enough?"
To the original owner, this was challenging and interesting work. It also provided her with a sufficiently stable income, which was why she had chosen this line of work.
But it had to be said that this job also held a certain appeal for Su Qiao.
It was an industry she had never ventured into before.
"That's enough." In Du Muhan's heart, the words "I like it" outweighed any other reason.
Because that was the kind of person he was.
As long as he liked something, he would do it. If he didn't like it, no one could force him.
"Though I do have a little sense of justice."
Su Qiao lazily leaned back against the sofa and slowly combed through her long ponytail. "You asked me, so why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Me?"
Du Muhan thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "There's nothing much to say about me. I'm all alone."