Ye Chenfeng showed a defeated look, unwillingly saying, "Alright, Miss Han, you win."
"Little husband!" Han Zhushang sweetly called Ye Chenfeng.
That syrupy voice made Ye Chenfeng's heart flutter, his whole body turned into jelly.
The voice of the beautiful woman he met in the manor last night was unbearable enough, and now with Han Zhushang's even more enchanting voice, Ye Chenfeng felt he had to endure it strongly.
"Miss Han, what exactly do you want to do before you let go?" Ye Chenfeng only wanted to shake off Han Zhushang now.
If others knew, they might cry to death.
The richest person in the Capital City is begging to marry you, and if you sleep with her, you become the man who has slept with the richest woman. This is something many people dream of, yet for Ye Chenfeng, it's become a huge headache.
Instead of considering accepting Han Zhushang, he is racking his brains to get rid of her.
