When Ai Li spoke like this, it lit up Zhang Huasheng's eyes.
The man leaned in, and couldn't resist wrapping his large hand around her waist.
The two of them drew close in an instant, his hot breath showering Ai Li's face completely.
The woman sneered at him, her delicate fingers tracing the tip of Zhang Huasheng's nose.
"You're quite eager, now that you know I have a secret, your attitude changes right away," she said.
Zhang Huasheng didn't give Ai Li any pleasant looks.
Her teasing was a waste of time for Zhang Huasheng.
"Spit it out!"
The man grabbed Ai Li's neck, his grip tightening bit by bit.
Before long, his cold glare sent shivers down her spine.
"Don't waste my time, I still have a meeting to get back to," he said.
Ai Li couldn't help but swallow hard, forced to reveal all the information she knew.
