"When did I ever say I wanted to cling to your dad's leg?" A hint of displeasure lingered in the deep voice, as Yao Ziye's enchanting brows arched comically.
Li Hanxiao's heart sank: as expected, this man had ulterior motives.
"There's no need for you to cling to my dad's leg?"
"Do you think I have to?" His mesmerizing half-squinting eyes watched her struggle with keen interest.
Just looking at her dad's attitude toward him, anyone would know it was unnecessary. But if it wasn't necessary, nothing made sense. What exactly was he trying to do?
"Mr. Yao, let's be honest. What on earth do you want?" she said.
"Li Hanxiao." He almost had to admire his own patience; otherwise, he should've hit her over the head with a hammer by now. "When a man invites a woman to dinner, why do you think that is?"
"Why? For profit. Is there any benefit involved between you and me?" She seriously pondered this question.
