"Ripples of the era?"
Zhong Yajun thought Zhao Hongjin was too much of a little girl, but she liked people like that—artsy women were so easy to fool.
"Hmm, you'll find out when you meet him tomorrow."
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"What do you think he is? Lisa, don't think that just because he gave you a car it means anything. He's unscrupulous.
The so-called friendship in his eyes is but a means to an end. You should be clear about that."
The black-haired rich woman lounged on a recliner, painting her toenails.
Today, Lisa finally got a day off and chose to visit a certain resentful woman's home for comfort—maybe it was some sort of compensation mechanism.
As for what she was compensating for, perhaps Temir would never know.
"No, Mi'er, I didn't think too much of it. Chan gave me a gift, and I liked it, so I accepted it, that's all."
The blonde replied lazily, surely not to be swayed by such a petty provocation.
