Qin Xiang reluctantly shut his mouth.
After a pause, Lin Ruochun gave him a sidelong glance and said, "You're surrounded by so many admirers, with a bevy of girls at your fingertips, do you really need my concern too?"
"They just can't compare to you," Qin Xiang said with a grin.
Just then, a hotel cleaning staff was pushing a cart toward them. Qin Xiang hooked her shoulder and pulled her inside a bit, swapping places with her, ensuring that Lin Ruochun stood on the inside.
However, Lin Ruochun wasn't pleased with Qin Xiang's response.
Because Qin Xiang hadn't denied the first part of what she said.
Lin Ruochun's eyes lowered, hiding the disappointment there, and when she looked up again, her face had returned to its usual impassivity. She opened her hand towards Qin Xiang, "Since my concern is so special to you, I'll start charging for it from now, one thousand per time, strictly no credit."
