Lin Banxia pouted slightly, "I know, in the eyes of wealthy people like you, someone like me talking about dignity must seem ridiculous. But I am absolutely not as casual or greedy and opportunistic as you think."
"Fine, tell me, you like my cousin—don't tell me it's not because he's rich?" Yan Ting's tone remained mocking as he glared at her with nothing but contempt.
Lin Banxia suddenly found herself tongue-tied.
Back then, she was indeed smitten with Huo Qinglin at first sight. To be fair, it couldn't be denied that she'd been enamored on the spot—that his wealth and looks had played no small part in it.
"Well… I think your cousin is super handsome. I fell for his good looks, okay?"
"Liar!" Yan Ting's expression was frigid, his words cutting, "Liar!" he added, with no restraint.
"I…" Lin Banxia thought this man wasn't just sharp-eyed, but also sharp-tongued—and now he was hurling insults at her. So annoying!
