Zhu Bufan was just about to speak when Shao Meifang preemptively took the lead and said: "Zhu Bufan, I truly like you. You've stayed in my room for several days now. Let's go take care of the necessary procedures tomorrow and after that, I'll be yours!"
Normally, such a beautiful woman taking the initiative would be a good thing, but Zhu Bufan was now in an extremely awkward situation. If Shao Meiru had said this, he would have agreed without any hesitation.
But Shao Meifang's words, obviously, lacked that little something. It's not that Zhu Bufan despised Shao Meifang's past, but he had never considered being with her.
"Meiru, come in!" Concerned with his own lifetime happiness, Zhu Bufan certainly couldn't just settle, and he turned over and walked out to the hall. Shao Meifang's words had dealt a great blow to the young girl, who had run off.
