Yao Meishu stood in front of the shop, watching the man who rested his crossed legs on the table and had a newspaper in his hand, her face cold.
Her expression was frosty.
"Name your price to leave my daughter alone."
Yao Meishu took out a stack of red banknotes from her bag and tossed them on the table.
The man in front of her was elegant and handsome, but however you put it, he was still a penniless poor boy with no status.
"Auntie, your script seems off today."
Xu Boyan glanced at the woman, dressed like a queen, and smirked.
He held a newspaper in his hand, emitting a cold aura.
"You think you're worthy of my daughter?"
Yao Meishu retorted, fixing her gaze on Xu Boyan, as if trying to see through him.
She held her bag tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, her face reflecting her impatience.
"What does auntie think?"
Xu Boyan chuckled, setting down the newspaper and drumming his fingers lightly on the table.
"Leave her." Yao Meishu said with a furrowed brow.
