Zhang Yao ran out of the private room in tears, thinking about how Leng Mochen could treat her like that, her heart feeling unbearably heavy.
Even if she had some feelings for him, was that enough reason for him to tell her to get lost?
Especially the way his friends looked at her—what kind of gaze was that? Did they really think she was that cheap?
She came here today full of confidence, believing that no matter what he was usually like outside, in a setting like this bar, he would definitely let loose a bit.
Seizing the opportunity, maybe it wouldn't take long before he'd be deeply captivated by her. At that point, with some clever tricks, he could only belong to her, Zhang Yao!
Thinking of Zhang Shan's smug face, Zhang Yao clenched her teeth and swore to herself. She refused to believe that aside from Qiao An, she couldn't find a man better and more outstanding than Leng Mochen.
Why did Zhang Shan always talk with such confidence nowadays? Wasn't it all because of money?
