"Ah!" Ai Lun nearly slid off her chair in shock, "You agree?"
"Wasn't I clear enough?" Iron Hand's mom stood up from the audience seats and reached out to pull her, "Let's go. If you haven't figured it out yet, think it over tonight with your pillow propped high."
Oh yeah!
With a joyful heart, Ai Lun walked out with Iron Hand's mom.
Suddenly, a "Massage" poster caught her eye.
It had a sentence on it.
"To mend your heart tightly with cotton, to give you boundless love, to let you live well."
Ai Lun was so happy she could barely contain herself.
The next day in the ZMI agency, she couldn't stop smiling.
Zhui Ming had asked her several times what was going on, but she just kept rolling on the sofa with laughter, refusing to say.
The long tug-of-war between her and Iron Hand had been severe for quite a while.
