"Enough." Yan Nansheng cut her off directly, his tone turning somewhat cold and hard, "If you don't want to upset me, then stop talking."
Zhou Shangshang pressed her lips together, sighing softly, "Asheng, I just don't want to make things difficult for you."
"I know what I'm doing."
Zhou Shangshang: "..."
Didn't she know as well?
Initially, she had thought Yan Nansheng was like many other wealthy heirs and second-generation rich kids of his time, possessing only a handsome appearance, a prominent family background, and wealth that could rival a nation.
She had known about his so-called glorious deeds from gossip news before, so she really thought he was only attracted to her looks and was playing around with her. But after spending this period of time together, she realized she was wrong.
Yan Nansheng, though frivolous in his actions, was not indiscriminate.
As for those true or false, or utterly speculative reports, he simply disdained to explain.
