"Is that so, Shen Ning."
Li Zhenting took a few steps closer, his gaze locked onto her. The wicked smile on his face gradually faded, and his voice turned icy.
"I'm asking you, what's your true purpose behind going to such lengths to become my son's therapist?"
Purpose?
"You're overthinking it," Shen Ning scoffed. "I just want to take care of a child. Of course, I need money right now, and who doesn't know that Mr. Li has plenty of it and pays well."
Li Zhenting bent slightly, his eyes coldly fixated on Shen Ning.
"I don't buy it," he said, "As the mistress of Jing Chenxi, how much money could you possibly want? Is it worth coming to me for such a petty sum?"
Shen Ning's anger flared. This man's words were too sharp and hurting!
