"Shu Ya, do you have some misunderstanding about me?"
Zhao Ziliang asked with a smile, his handsome features coupled with a refined smile, which was incredibly lethal.
However, his charming smile, in Shu Ya's eyes, was just full of intense disgust!
At that moment, Shu Ya looked at Zhao Ziliang expressionlessly, her intelligent eyes seeming to see through everything:
"I don't think it's a misunderstanding. If I'm not mistaken, it was my dad who sent you, right?"
Like him, Shu Ya was a top Harvard graduate, finishing first in her class. When she took an IQ test, her score was an impressive 185.
For such a high-intellect genius, all of Zhao Ziliang's prides were negligible.
"Uncle is just worried about you, so he sent me to check on you," Zhao Ziliang admitted, knowing he couldn't deceive her.
Of course, Shu Ya thought. Her father's greed for the company never died.
Thinking about that disgusting face, Shu Ya's pretty face turned cold as ice:
