"What's wrong, don't you know what kind of person he is?" Qiao Xiguan asked.
Winterson smiled. "He's indeed hard to figure out."
"That hard to figure out?!" Qiao Xiguan felt as though her heart was collapsing.
Even Gu Zichen's brother, after living together for over a decade, said he couldn't fully understand Gu Zichen. Then for someone like her—a nobody—wouldn't she be calculated by Gu Zichen until no shred of dignity was left?
"But there's one thing I'm certain of," Winterson suddenly said.
"What?" Qiao Xiguan asked, a little excited, looking at Winterson.
"The boss is someone people can trust."
"Trust?" Qiao Xiguan was startled. Winterson's Mandarin really wasn't the best. "Trust as in trustworthy?"
"Let's just say, trustworthy," Winterson chuckled, and for a moment, he felt the man wasn't entirely difficult to approach.
