Fang Yi leaned in slightly, lighting the cigarette at his lips. Only then did Li Yinong put away the lighter and place it on the table.
Then Li Yinong moved the ashtray in front of Fang Yi, swift and neat, yet not a hint of flattery, only a sense of thoughtfulness and comfort.
Even Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental.
"Miss Li, with such kindness and thoughtfulness, any man who marries you is truly blessed for several lifetimes." Fang Yi chuckled.
This was not just a polite remark from Fang Yi; it came from the heart. A woman as gracious and elegant as Li Yinong, and incredibly beautiful, with a powerful family background—no matter how you look at it, Li Yinong is undoubtedly the goddess in a man's heart.
Just as Fang Yi finished speaking, Zhang Shuishui, who had been silent, immediately said, "If you're interested, I think she wouldn't refuse... Li Yinong, right?"
Li Yinong ignored Zhang Shuishui and smiled at Fang Yi, saying, "Mr. Fang, you're too kind."
