Walking out of the Martial Arts Academy, the sky outside was clear, with the sun glaring intensely.
Wang Shiqiao looked at the buzz-cut man not far away, her eyes revealing a helpless expression, "Zhao Di, what do you want with me?"
The person in front of her was the pretty boy Zhao Di who she had encountered at a nightclub.
She wore a long blue dress, flat-chested, with a rugged face, looking every bit like a man.
"Little Qiao, don't be repelled by me. I just want to be friends with you," Zhao Di spoke, her voice quite androgynous.
Wang Shiqiao couldn't help but roll her eyes, not believing a ghost of that.
Be friends?
It was nothing more than wanting to sleep with her, that's all.
She was all too familiar with such excuses.
"In a few days, my aunt's painting exhibition will begin; do you want to come with me to show support?
I know some wealthy businessmen who are quite interested in these artworks," Zhao Di said softly.
