"Little Sister Luo, you're overthinking it; it has nothing to do with disdain," Liu Zhizhong said with a nonchalant smile. As he spoke, his fingers elegantly tapped the bank card and continued, "This is the price of your youth, and I can't take a cent of it. Keep it, who knows, you might need it someday. I'm someone who isn't interested in money."
Luo Yanling was greatly moved in her heart.
She had never heard of anyone among the leaders in the City Committee Courtyard who wasn't interested in money.
She laughed slightly, still full of charm, lightly running her fingers through her hair, which made her seem even more alluring, "Brother Zhizhong has a lot of personal charm and character. Are you losing interest in your little sister as well since you're not into money?"
