A word too many when there is no common ground, Li Jiaru felt that the image of Mrs. Zhang in her mind had collapsed.
"Mrs. Zhang, I'm very sorry, but my mind is made up, and I believe my brother Xianwei also wishes to find a woman he truly loves to be his wife." Li Jiaru tactfully refused again.
Mrs. Zhang's face immediately turned icy. With her status, when had she ever had to lower herself this way to ask someone for something? The other person was so ungrateful that she quickly became impatient.
"Miss Li, I didn't come here today to beg you. You should know that there are plenty of noble ladies chasing after our Xianwei. Look around the entire Ming City; which young man is more promising than our Xianwei? If you miss out today, don't regret it later." Mrs. Zhang said arrogantly.
Li Jiaru's expression wasn't good either; did she still covet Zhang Xianwei? If Zhang Xianwei was so popular, why did they call her today?
