Quan Hanting replied, "You've got good taste."
Shen Wan struggled to stifle her laughter. It seemed that vanity was a common trait, even among big shots.
"Seeing your sincerity, I'll give you one more chance," he continued. "So, do you want to offer yourself as gratitude?"
"No," she replied decisively, without a hint of hesitation.
"Reason?" The man's brows furrowed deeply, his emotions inscrutable.
"I don't like you, why would I offer myself as gratitude?" Shen Wan stated bluntly. It was her straightforwardness that made it impossible to doubt her words.
But the truth often hit hard.
At least, at a certain moment, Quan Hanting felt that piercing and dense pain.
Don't like him?
"Hey, how much longer are you planning to grab onto me?" Shen Wan furrowed her brow, trying to move her wrist away from his grasp.
