A leisurely voice came from behind him:
"There's a man, he's gentle and wealthy, mature and steady. Are you interested?"
Xu Weiran took a step forward on her own, then turned her head slightly with a cold sneer:
"Do you think I'm interested in his money?"
Cheng Dongyuan: "Oh? Then are you interested in the person himself?"
Some words, filled with endless imagination, yet not entirely spoken.
Xu Weiran: "..."
She took a deep breath, her slender fingers involuntarily clenched a bit tighter.
After he spoke, even though she had already politely declined, he still pressed further.
Xu Weiran looked at the sky, at the heavy rain, then spoke again:
"If you really care so much about your reputation, then I won't disturb you any longer."
As these words fell, she dashed towards the door, as if to brave the rain and leave.
"Hey, you...!"
Just as her figure stepped out a few steps, she was suddenly caught around the waist by a slender arm and pulled back.
