"Sir, what do you mean?" Xiao Shu stared blankly at this unusual young man, who had spent eighteen million yuan for a night with her. Now that she had arrived, he seemed utterly impatient with her.
"I'm not interested in you!" Wuming didn't even glance at Xiao Shu.
Xiao Shu chuckled lightly. Yes, for money, she could sell her body, but this was a compulsory action by the company. If she refused, the executives would ostracize her, even go as far as to freeze her out. Then, all her years of hard work would have been for nothing.
Xiao Shu was not willing to accept this, so she compromised time and again. Sometimes, she despised herself, but she couldn't stand others looking down on her.
And this young man in front of her treated her like trash. Did he really have no interest in her, or was it that he simply couldn't afford the eighteen million yuan and was now regretting it?
