"Flower Sister, I think you should give up. Look at you, although you're pretty now, you're just not Liu Zheng's type. He's not an ordinary person, not as simple as you think. Moreover, I can see he's not truly interested in you. Right now, he's just using you. Once this is over, you'll lose him and you'll regret it!" the middle-aged person advised.
"Whether he's using me or is sincere, he has been good to me. I believe that I will seize the time to make him fall in love with me. By then, he will naturally realize how good I am," Wang Xiaohua said.
"Alright then, Flower Sister, you prepare well," the middle-aged person shook their head.
Soon after, everyone else dispersed.
As Wang Xiaohua arrived at the entrance of a restaurant, she suddenly seemed to recall something, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and tearing it into shreds.
