"You agreed to his offer?" Leng Xuan broke out in a cold sweat, almost fainting on the spot. After all that talk, it turned out her startup capital was going to be obtained by selling her body. If Zhao Xiaotian found out, who knows what kind of fit he'd throw?
Zhao Xiaoqing shook her head and said, "Not yet, but... you know how realistic society is. Although I don't like him, he can offer me a life of luxury and wealth. I don't want to spend my life as some lowly clerk in a store, earning a salary that can't even sustain me."
As she spoke, Zhao Xiaoqing glanced at Leng Xuan, pursed her lips in resignation, and asked, "Will you look down on me?"
Although Zhao Xiaoqing was quite materialistic, Leng Xuan wasn't someone unfamiliar with the ways of the world. On the contrary, he'd been on all sorts of missions and met all kinds of people and was fully aware of how materialistic society could be. After all, how many truly idealistic people are out there?
