"I have ulterior motives?" Bai Zhi couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "Why would the Vice President say that? I truly don't understand."
Duan Xingzhou no longer had a smile on his face. Instead, he spoke solemnly, "Since you don't love him, but you insist on getting involved with him, making him unable to eat or sleep and suffer for you, then you toss him aside saying you don't love him at all—Bai Zhi, what exactly are you trying to achieve? Do you feel a great sense of accomplishment making a man act like this for you?"
After hearing what he said, Bai Zhi's face turned pale with anger, "Do you think I'm just playing with him? What meaning would such actions serve? Do you wealthy people all think that everyone has to like you, and it's wrong not to? What's the point of seeking that sense of accomplishment?"
