Since his friends had asked something of him, Chen Li naturally would not refuse.
In fact, even if they had not taken Xu Zhao's route and had simply invited Chen Li directly, there was no way he could have refused.
Still, the setup of this plot card was indeed rather marvelous. Every time felt like opening a blind box; even Chen Li himself never knew what kind of plot would unfold next.
"Even knowing that I've been taking side jobs... you're still willing to forgive me?" Xu Zhao looked up at Chen Li and said emotionally.
As Xu Zhao looked at Chen Li's smile, it was as though she had found salvation.
"Of course. Just as the God of Fun never cared about any slander from the Masked Fools... everyone makes mistakes." Smiling, Chen Li took Xu Zhao's outstretched hand and pulled her up from her half-kneeling position, his tone casual.
"Waaah... I'm so sorry... sob, sob..." The instant Xu Zhao was helped up, she threw herself into Chen Li's arms with feigned shyness, while finally breathing a sigh of relief inside.
"Alright, alright, don't worry so much. Now that you've said it out loud, don't you feel much more relaxed?" Chen Li raised a hand and gently patted Xu Zhao's back several times to comfort her.
"I really do... feel much better." Xu Zhao lifted her head from Chen Li's embrace, let out a long breath, and spoke sincerely.
"Then will you still miss your deadlines in the future?" Chen Li asked Xu Zhao with a smile.
"No, I won't. I won't." Xu Zhao hurriedly shook her head so hard that she nearly flung off the beret on top of it.
"Honestly, I don't have much of an issue with you missing deadlines. But there's one thing—don't lead Gretel