Jiang Li hadn't failed to notice.
The first impression this man gave her wasn't very good.
His eyebrows and eyes raised in arrogance and his face sallow, his cheeks sunken.
He clearly seemed to be a man of deep desires.
Jiang Li didn't want to get tangled up with him and promptly made room.
"Then come on in."
Xi Yang glanced at her and strode in, searching around the room for a while until a stud earring appeared in his palm, "Found it, this is the one."
Jiang Li nodded and sat down on the sofa.
But the man didn't seem to intend to leave, instead, he stood there cherishing the stud earring.
"This was left to me by my grandmother, she wanted to see me wearing it on TV."
Jiang Li turned a page of her book, the sound thunderous.
Seeing that she had no intention of paying attention to him, Xi Yang felt somewhat deflated.
Yet, her coldness, like proud frost, also completely ignited his competitive spirit.
