Xiling pointed at the empty cans in the bin. "These are all imported, high-class canned food—you can even taste it. It's definitely not cheap at all. This Mr. Yan must be wealthy and he's tall and manly. Although he might look cold, he's actually not bad. Do you really not have any feelings for him at all?"
"Xiling, can you please have more of a backbone?" Jiang Duoyao straightened up and chided, "Just because he saved us once, sent us back, and gave us some canned food and pig trotters, I must feel something for him?"
