Song Guanchao's mouth twitched, a line of black appeared on his forehead. Chen Yirou kept teasing, "Sister Yang has a really hot body, you know."
"Hehe, I'm not that kind of person," Song Guanchao replied righteously.
"Who would believe that?" Chen Yirou pouted, "I'm serious with you, let's go together tonight."
"I'm not going."
Suddenly, Chen Yirou's phone rang.
"It's Sister Yang calling." Chen Yirou quickly answered, switching to a sweet voice, "Sister Yang, what's up? Oh, okay, I'll tell him."
The call was short. After hanging up, Chen Yirou smirked even more naughtily, "Sister Yang said she'd like to discuss the investment details again tonight, and asked if you could join us. See? I'm not lying, she really fancies you."
"..." Song Guanchao didn't know what to say, realizing that women being forward can be quite intimidating.
Yang Xue was pretty, had a great figure, and was rich. Other than being a bit older, she practically had no flaws.
