The man harshly rubbed his temples, a sudden intense headache and dizziness overwhelmed him, and he heavily sat back down on the sofa, but Xu Yiran's words kept echoing in his ears.
It was as if they hit a deep part of his heart that he couldn't see and dared not face!
What she liked was just money, right? Fame, status? Luxury goods.
He could give her all these things, tenfold, a hundredfold.
No woman dislikes this.
She lingered around those wealthy young masters for this reason, didn't she?
But why, upon hearing Xu Yiran's words, did he feel particularly uncomfortable?
As if he was avoiding something.
A while later, Xu Ze returned to the hospital room.
Fu Tingzhou asked, "How is Tang Xi?"
