Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood what that inexplicable look in Xia Rongrong's eyes was when they first met.
It was exactly the kind of look when you pick meat at the market.
So this guy is treating him like a dish?
"Thanks for your kind offer, senior sister, but I don't like socializing, so I'll pass," Zhang Rongfang politely declined.
He wasn't desperate enough to sell himself for money.
"Junior brother, you're being narrow-minded," Xia Rongrong sighed. "Do you think this is about matchmaking? You've misunderstood. We're going to help many young ladies relieve their boredom."
Zhang Rongfang was speechless, waved his hand, and stopped talking. He turned around and left.
"Hey, don't go." Xia Rongrong quickly tried to stop him. She had already sent Zhang Rongfang's portrait ahead, and the eldest daughter of the Wanyan family, Wanyan Lu, had her eyes on him.
If she couldn't bring him along, she wouldn't get her introduction fee this time.
