Having spoken, Wen Xian didn't wait for Huo Qi to respond, hanging up the phone directly.
She grabbed her coat and bag, ready to get out of the car.
Truth be told, no matter what kind of person Huo Qi was, he was really good to her, never hesitant to spend money on her, and was quite attentive in many aspects.
But as she had said before, she felt that they were fundamentally mismatched.
His family was privileged, and he had been pampered from childhood, carrying the demeanor of a young master wherever he went.
As for her, no one understood better than she did the hardships she had endured to climb to her current position.
The circumstances of her birth family had left an indelible shadow on her, and everything she now possessed had been paid for with a miserable childhood.
She would die before returning to the days when she had to beg for food and then get beaten up.
If she were really short of money, she might consider it for the sake of living.
