Her face was devoid of any makeup, and she was merely wearing an ordinary T-shirt and denim shorts, with the laces of her flat canvas shoes neatly tied.
The Luo Xiaoqian before him seemed younger than her actual age and even carried a hint of what appeared to be innocence. His gaze fell upon the valuable necklace around her neck before Leng Lin withdrew his eyes.
"What do you want?"
Luo Xiaoqian was taken aback, "I don't quite understand your meaning."
"A car, a house, a worry-free life, registration in Beijing or perhaps..." Leng Lin's gaze intensely fixed on her eyes, "everything!"
"Do you think I am with Zimo just for the money?" Luo Xiaoqian countered.
Leng Lin took a sip of tea, "You live in his house, you have his credit card in your purse, and there's also the two million he gave you in the bank."
"That's because..."
He raised a hand to signify that she needn't explain.
