"I know you hate me."
Wang Xiaomin's delicate body trembled upon hearing such sharp words from Lin Zifeng. Any woman would be struck by them.
"Hate? Hate is an overstatement." Lin Zifeng shook his head, casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. Smiling, he said, "Girl, you really shouldn't get too close to me. You have a boyfriend, and I'm already a married man. If we get too close, it might affect you and hurt me. You need to understand that."
"What... what are you talking about?"
Wang Xiaomin's big, watery eyes widened, completely unable to grasp anything from Lin Zifeng's words.
"Let's not talk anymore. The cooperation between Divine Needle Sect and Huayu Group will continue as usual. But from now on, even if you want to help me, you shouldn't contact me. You should find Liu Ruyan instead. She's now the CEO of Jiangzhou Huayu Group, while I'm just a good-for-nothing punk. If your boyfriend sees us, it wouldn't be good."
"I..."
