Zhou Ruyi, in a crimson dress matched with fiery red lips, radiated a passionate charm. It was a fervor that seemed to burn like flames.
Chu Mo looked at the woman before him with interest for the third time. This time, he did not regard her as the daughter of the Zhou family but as a potential treasure.
"Mr. Chu, would you not even spare me five minutes of your time? Are you afraid of being persuaded by a mere woman, or are you afraid that I will change your mind?"
After a long wait, which did not yield a response from Chu Mo, the woman in red's expression turned increasingly cold and stunning. From the moment she had stepped in, everything—from her words to the expressions on her face—had been carefully orchestrated, all to persuade Chu Mo to give her a five-minute opportunity to plead her case.
Zhou Ruyi believed that as long as the other party was willing to listen seriously to her suggestions, she had a thirty percent chance of convincing him to spare the Zhou family.
