"I heard you don't like the car I gave you?" Leaning lazily against the chair back, Gu Shaocheng added, "So what car do you like? Get ready and I will pick you up and take you to buy one."
"I don't want a car."
"Then what do you want, a haircut? I can take you to get one."
Chenxing felt all tangled up inside: "I don't want a haircut either, I don't want anything." All I want is for you to coax me; it's that simple, she silently told herself.
"I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
Chenxing was stunned. She had a difficult time reacting to his abrupt change in attitude.
Gu Shaocheng's tone was so gentle, totally different from the domineering man who had sent her text messages. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly trying to appease her? Wasn't he mad that she had stolen his private seal and forged documents?
Was he really here to make amends with her?
At that moment, a warm feeling gradually swelled in her heart that she couldn't suppress.
