Zhaolong paused the instant the disgust in Xinyan’s eyes came to life. He understood the situation immediately. As things stood, this was a girl with class, not a gold-digger who excitedly threw herself on rich young masters the minute they saw them.
But this only moved Zhaolong. He liked it.
He wouldn’t have said anything if he had to take a gold-digger home, but there was no denying that it would be rather annoying.
Xinyan’s behavior was just his cup of tea. The lust in his eyes faded quickly, clarity returning and replacing the longing. He was a conscientious man, the extent of his will evident from his years of hard study.
“Hello, Wang Xinyan. I’m Kang Zhaolong! I hope we get along.” Zhaolong extended his hand generously, his tone passionate as he spoke.
