Cheng Daqi's answer pleased the raven-haired rich woman—yet it made her angrier.
She clearly understood that Cheng Daqi was a bastard, a clever bastard, a bastard whose words might be half lies (her prejudice).
But she still felt joy from Cheng Daqi's frank praise—hence she was even angrier.
'Why should I be happy? Why should I be pleased by his superficial, cheap, meaningless words that could only deceive a fifteen-year-old girl?'
In Temir's normal logic, she was simply a fool right now, a pure, one hundred percent fool.
That's why she felt an anger surge subconsciously.
She was angry because of the joy, angry at her own fall, a fall caused by a simple sentence from Cheng Daqi.
"Mi'er, listen, the song Zhao chose is very special, it's originally a poem, but a composer set it to music and turned it into a song."
Cheng Daqi said cautiously.
Having an attractive investor was a good thing, but now Cheng Daqi really did not know how to deal with Temir.
