"Little Sister Luo, you're overthinking it, it has nothing to do with disdain," Liu Zhizhong said with an indifferent smile. As he spoke, his fingers elegantly tapped on the bank card and said, "This is the price for your youth, and I cannot take a single cent of it. Keep it, you might find it useful one day. I'm someone who's not interested in money."
Luo Yanling's heart was deeply touched.
She had never heard of anyone among the leaders in the City Committee Courtyard who wasn't interested in money.
She laughed, still full of charm, as she gently played with her hair, making her even more enticing, "Brother Zhizhong is very charismatic and unique, not interested in money, and not interested in me anymore either?"
Liu Zhizhong's heart fluttered with agitation, but he still maintained his composure, only whispering, "Wait until I've taken care of the issue between you and Ma, then you'll see if I'm interested."
