Without much thought, Wen Zhiyao answered, "Of course I want to. Being Mr. Jiang's lover would definitely cover my expenses in the future."
Wen Zhiyao deliberately displayed a materialistic and gold-digging side. After all, isn't the purpose of being a lover just for money?
Her objective too was money.
There was no difference between the two.
Wen Zhiyao suddenly curled her lips, revealing a self-mocking smile.
Jiang She's eyes deepened. He always felt that Wen Zhiyao was a woman full of stories. Even though she was right in his arms, at that moment, he felt she was very distant from him.
"Are you in desperate need of money? Did something happen?" Jiang She asked.
Wen Zhiyao bit her lip, feeling there was no point in hiding things any longer. After all, she had already lost face by volunteering to be Jiang She's mistress.
