Wang Yifang curled her lips in disdain and said, "What's the big deal? These days, which man at the top of the social pyramid only has one woman? Even if Liu Wentian is a bit of a philanderer, even Li Hongming has to be polite to him. That gangster boss was scared into kneeling by just a single sentence from him. He's definitely not ordinary. Plus, he's handsome. Why can't I chase after him? Who knows, I might even climb to the top successfully. At the very least, I won't ever have to worry about food and clothing again. I won't have to suffer."
Wang Yifang spoke casually, her tone practical, but her eyes betrayed a hint of world-weariness—a woman with a story.
Sun Xiaoran was stunned, not expecting Wang Yifang to say such things. Seeing Wang Yifang as if she really intended to seduce Liu Wentian, an inexplicable tension gripped her heart, "Don't... Yifang, you... don't do anything rash!!"
