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"I'm not available," the man refused with unmistakable dominance.
Gu Xiaoer couldn't help but laugh and cry, "I wasn't asking if you're available. Our senior is going abroad, and he wants to have one last dinner together."
"Do you like him?" Han Luoli narrowed his eyes, his calm question laced with underlying turbulence.
"What has that got to do with anything? He has helped me a lot, so I've always been very grateful to him." She explained helplessly but didn't understand why she felt the need to clear things up with this man.
"Does he like you?"
"..." This is so frustrating, how could this conversation get more tangled?
Wait a minute, what kind of attitude is Han Luoli adopting here, she's the boss, okay!
"Are you in charge of me?!" Gu Xiaoer exclaimed indignantly.
The man leaned closer, his dangerous aura encroaching, breath directly in Gu Xiaoer's ear: "Oh, do you have a problem with that?"
After uttering such brazen words, Gu Xiaoer was speechless, her face wrinkling into a bun.
This man was just too domineering, and shameless to boot. In her heart, she had always seen Han Luoli as someone ethereal, the top card that didn't partake in the mortal world, different from normal folks like them.
Not only did he have the cheek to spout such dominating words, he did so smoothly. Indeed, indeed, she had definitely been deceived by his appearance. This man was petty, unbelievably domineering, a stinking man...
The evening's dinner was held at the incredibly luxurious Golden Cup Clubhouse in the city center.
Gu Xiaoer marveled at the extravagant lifestyles of these tycoons, while also instinctively touching her purse, wondering if the little money she brought was enough for her share. By the time Gu Xiaoer arrived at the place, nearly everyone was already there, and she saw Su Jiaxuan coming towards her from afar.
"Xiao Er, you've become even more beautiful in just a few days," he remarked.
Su Jiaxuan was not usually articulate, but whenever he faced Gu Xiaoer, compliments seemed to flow out naturally, no wonder rumors were rife in the club about his fondness for her.
Indeed, this girl truly was endearing – clean and pure, slightly dazed and cute, and especially adorable.
Gu Xiaoer smiled shyly, asking about his plans to go abroad.
The scene of the young man and woman talking was fully captured by Yang Xue, who sat on a sofa. Her fingers clutching the wine glass almost deformed as waves of jealousy surged through her eyes.
She loved Su Jiaxuan so much, yet this man had never had eyes for her, only for Gu Xiaoer. They could hardly exchange words when she was here, but as soon as Gu Xiaoer arrived, all of his attention revolved around her.
Detestable Gu Xiaoer!
Not minding being the third wheel at all, Yang Xue picked up her glass and made her way to the duo, separating them.
"Xiao Er, have you just arrived? Look, there's a penalty for being late – you have to drink!" Yang Xue offered the glass, her smile light and breezy.
Even though they had clashed countless times, in public, she and Lin Kexin both hypocritically maintained a sense of tolerance and propriety.
Gu Xiaoer dismissively waved her hand, "I don't drink."
Su Jiaxuan frowned, his usually gentle demeanor growing a bit cold, "Yang, Xiao Er can't drink. I'll drink this one for her."
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