Qin Miaomiao mumbled:
"Those people probably think I'm your confidante."
"I don't have confidantes."
"Oh? What about Bai Wei?"
"Just a social companion. I don't touch women outside; they're dirty."
With just the word "dirty," he clearly expressed his attitude—he found them filthy, and he disliked trouble.
Besides, when it came to women, he had never shown much interest. It's just that the woman in front of him happened to spark a slight interest in him, that's all.
Qin Miaomiao felt something stir within her; her impression of him improved, if only a little.
At least this man had some principles. He wasn't like those who played recklessly outside, creating messes they couldn't clean up.
Still, a man like him—women truly meant nothing to him. He possessed absolute confidence and self-control.
There were only women who went mad for him, but he would never lose himself for any woman!
