Wu Yufei, sitting in the passenger seat, seemed oblivious to the envious glances of passersby and glanced sideways: "Do you really trust me?"
"Why ask that?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll mess it up? I'm just a regular salesperson."
Jiang Chen chuckled lightly, "Does the sales profession require exceptional expertise? It's not a technical job—anyone can handle it."
His words were somewhat biased, but in the current context, they were perfectly reasonable.
The only issue was that they lacked empathy.
At such a moment, wouldn't a few comforting words be more appropriate?
Wu Yufei showed a faint bitter smile and exhaled softly.
"You're still the same as before, huh."
"Is that a compliment?"
Wu Yufei pursed her lips and smiled, "You can interpret it however you'd like."
"Praised over and over, yet never loved enough—
In your moments of sadness, you turn to me for relief, finding solace in my humor—
I willingly remain in the passenger seat, joyful yet wistful—
