If the deal hadn't involved Yan Xixi, if it had been about any other woman in the world, she would have agreed instantly and without hesitation. But he was Xixi's man—even if they weren't married, and perhaps never would be. He was still Xixi's man.
Wan Donglin stared at her fixedly. "Xu Xiaoya, think it over. I'm only offering this opportunity once."
Xu Xiaoya closed her eyes in despair. Should I take it or not? Just this one chance! If I miss this, I might never get another chance to change my destiny. Even family and lovers abandon us, let alone friends. Xixi, should I apologize to you?
Wan Donglin kept his gaze fixed on her, observing the shifting expressions on her face. Her hands were clenched so tightly that veins stood out, clearly revealing her intense internal struggle. He thought, Women, oh women. Xu Xiaoya is just another courtesan. Yan Xixi, what made you think she would be an exception?
Just then, Xu Xiaoya suddenly opened her eyes. "Mr. Wan..."
