A sly and cunning smile stretched to the corners of her eyes, as Yu Jingrong leaned back into the chair, her posture languid yet seductive: "I'm afraid you can't afford it!"
As soon as she said this, Ning Lue heard a voice in his head: See? See?! Just as he suspected, everything before had all been a game of playing hard to get. She must've put in all that effort just to wait for this moment. And the way she said it so gracefully, without even a hint of shyness—she's definitely a pro at this. God knows how many men have fallen for this trick...
The more he thought about it, the angrier Ning Lue got. Was she really that desperate for money? Going around seducing men to make a living? Why couldn't she just get a proper job? It disappointed him to no end.
If Yu Jingrong knew what was running through Mr. Ning's mind right now, she'd probably be laughing so hard she'd fall onto the table.
Ning Lue asked directly, "There's nothing I, Ning Lue, can't afford. Tell me, how do you charge?"
