Yan Feifei's heart bloomed with excitement as she stared at Lin Beichen, her gaze brimming with affection.
However, just as she was about to speak, Lin Beichen raised his hand.
"Do you really like me?"
"Yan Feifei. You don't like me, you just like money."
"If I were a poor guy, would you still throw yourself at me? Let's be realistic!
I don't lack women, and I won't cling to just one. If you want to be by my side, you can't just sell your body. You need to show your value!"
"There are plenty of beautiful women. If you only want to be a tool for venting, do you think you're more attractive than those supermodels?"
"Yan Feifei, don't act innocent in front of me. At least in this regard, you're no match for Zhou Ya. Have some self-awareness."
Lin Beichen patted Yan Feifei's cheek, his face bearing both a cold and superior smile.
He took out a card and casually stuffed it into Yan Feifei's palm.
