"Hehe." Zhong Hao wisely withdrew his gaze, "I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare. Song the beautiful is now the heiress to a hundred billion fortune, how could I dare make a move on you? But what brings you here so late at night, coming to drown your sorrows?"
Song Yan sneered, "Exactly, to think I wasted all those years of friendship with you, and you didn't even bother to inform me before you changed your mind. That really breaks my heart."
Zhong Hao was hooked by Song Yan's inherent noble and cold charm, which made men uncontrollably want to conquer her.
He greeted her with a smile, "Don't just stand there, come on, come and sit over at my place, have a drink, and we can talk it over slowly."
Song Yan raised an eyebrow.
That was fine, this matter wasn't settled yet.
She had planned to deal with this matter tomorrow, but she hadn't expected to run into Zhong Hao tonight.
