Love, this thing is a simple object for some people, but for him, it is indeed a luxury. He can't give any woman love, nor does he have any ardent pursuit of it.
His heart is made of ice, and it doesn't even have room for himself, let alone for a woman.
He just doesn't understand why women always have to be so emotional, talking about love as if it's something to be eaten.
Money, a man, affection—isn't that enough?
During a moment when the man was distracted, Gu Jiayin pushed him aside, lowered her head in slight annoyance as she tidied her hair, then continued eating, ignoring him and not looking at him.
Sheng Qianchi didn't insist any further and quietly finished the meal.
...
Later, Mo Jun appeared in the living room with a precious white pet dog.
This pet dog was extremely beautiful, with a petite figure, snow-white fur, big bright eyes, and two small pointed ears. It walked like an elegant princess, light and graceful.
