Men sometimes really did have an inexplicable competitive streak.
And the words "I'll give you that-you're good" were practically the highest honor.
For example, when a few young guys were walking down the road, if someone said, "Whoever can pluck that leaf is the best."
That single leaf could probably keep the whole group rooted there for half an hour.
And if someone added, "Whoever can skip a stone ten times is the best."
Every remotely flat stone along the riverbank would probably disappear.
Although Lian Ziqiong was a woman, talking to her really did feel like chatting with a buddy.
So, after opening Master Wen Hao's profile and showing her that Mo Mo had taken the initiative to add him as a friend, all he had gotten in the end was an "I'll give you that-you're good" from Lian Ziqiong.
But as far as Luo Fan was concerned, all that effort had finally paid off.
After adding Mo Mo as a friend, Luo Fan greeted him briefly. They exchanged only a few lines of small talk before he said he had something important to deal with, then turned off his phone.
"You really do know Mr. Mo Mo? And it looks like you're actually pretty close."
Lian Ziqiong had absolutely no concept of privacy. She leaned over to watch Luo Fan's conversation with Mo Mo firsthand, and the way they spoke was exactly how two people who knew each other well would chat.
"In a sense, I suppose I saved him. That's roughly the kind of relationship we have," Luo Fan answered casually, putting his phone away as he spoke.
At that, he paused briefly before continuing, "Look, even Mo Mo wants to chat with me, but I turned my phone straight off to help you complete your promotion