"Hm?"
Gao Yuan smiled as he sized up the saleswoman before him.
'Could the online rumor be true—that for every luxury car sold, one more saleswoman is taken off the market?'
Gao Yuan saw a complex mix of emotions on Wei Shihan's face: envy, desire, and a hint of shyness...
Her expression was so good it could be used in a Beijing Film Academy textbook!
It was the first time Gao Yuan had experienced a luxury car saleswoman actively asking for his contact information.
Though he felt a bit smug, he was well aware that he already had quite a few women in his life. Any more, and his body wouldn't be able to handle it.
With this in mind, Gao Yuan declined, "Miss Wei, I don't think that's necessary."
"I'm not some rich second-generation heir."
Hearing Gao Yuan's words, Wei Shihan felt a little awkward, but it only made her more certain that he was a wealthy man.
