Gong Ting's handsome face darkened as he stared at Xiao Yu with displeasure, "Do you think the money is too little? How much do you think is appropriate?"
Xiao Yu pressed her lips together, equally angry.
"Gong Ting, don't you understand? It's not about the money; I have no interest in you. I refuse to be a slave to my body, and you're not my type."
She stood up, grabbed her coat, ready to leave.
As she passed by Gong Ting, he grabbed her, "Su Yu, I told you, you don't have to like me, and I don't need to like you. It's just a simple physical transaction. Aren't we quite compatible?"
Xiao Yu angrily shook off his hand; for some reason, she felt so cold inside. A simple physical transaction? She raised her head with a hint of defiance and said, "With your skills, I was in pain half-dead, it was just you getting off. How dare you talk about compatibility?"
