Her steps were light, her skirt swayed slightly with her movement, exuding an enchanting charm.
Li Jing observed, momentarily stunned, a gleam flashed in his eyes, yet he didn't know why she suddenly took such an initiative.
Zhou Yingying gracefully walked up to Li Jing, lowered her head slightly, a blush on her face, and said with deep affection:
"Brother Jing, I overheard some of the conversation you had with Sister Han Xia.
I know Han Xia looks down on me, but I didn't expect you to speak up for me, to respect me so much."
As she spoke, Zhou Yingying gazed at Li Jing with tender, lingering eyes, as if they could draw out threads, a bit seductive with gratitude, and a hint of teasing:
"To be honest, I've mixed in the rich circle for so long and seen many wealthy people, but you are the richest and the one who respects me the most.
I don't have much else to give back, just want to offer you the best I have."
