Zuo Hong had a splitting headache; he had never encountered such a difficult person!
Was he not cold enough? Was he not giving her enough cold shoulder? Was he not fierce enough?
This girl simply didn't know when to quit!
Zoe Lewis looked at him pitifully, seeing his indifferent expression. She reached out her small hand to hook his sleeve and gently shook it: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Can't you just save me?"
Zuo Hong felt particularly heartless at this moment: "No way."
Zoe Lewis's face fell, and she reluctantly opened the car door, looking back with every step as she entered the luxury villa that resembled the Lewis Family estate.
Zuo Hong's heart tightened a little.
Why did she look less like she was going home, and more like she was entering some devouring cage?
