Unconsciously, she remembered most of it, but she didn't know which sentence the man was referring to.
Li Yuntang's lips, thin as a thread, curved slightly upwards, his dark pupils exceptionally profound, as he stared at the tense and uneasy woman before him. His deep voice, like the rumble of a cello, echoed, "I won't agree to make any deals with you again. What I want is your willing consent."
That sentence had been the last one he said to her before she fled in disarray, the last time she went to Li Corporation Group with the shares her grandmother had given her, hoping to make a deal with Li Yuntang.
But now using that sentence, was he asking her to be at ease, because he wouldn't look at her body without her consent?
