An Zihao, like a morally upright teacher, earnestly coaxed Wan Chu'er, making it sound as though he genuinely had her best interests at heart.
If Wan Chu'er truly were a naïve nineteen-year-old freshman, she might have actually nodded and agreed.
Unfortunately, the Wan Chu'er that An Zihao was dealing with had a soul that had lived through an extra decade and experienced various prosperities in her past life, so how could she be fooled by the mere scraps thrown out by An Zihao?
But An Zihao was right, this is Beijing, a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Even though she was an insightful foreign female student, she couldn't compete with the myriad of formidable opponents.
Wan Chu'er smiled slightly and said, "I prefer to be involved in the operations, after all, I put my heart and soul into developing this game. Whether it will be popular, how far it can go, I hope to be involved in every part."
Her intention was clear, and An Zihao narrowed his eyes.
