'At least the other guy wasn't old,' Xi Zirong had to admit to himself. The man had an excellent physique and bearing. He was handsome and refined, looking every bit the part of an upright gentleman.
And, he was willing to donate five million just for Xu Su.
Xi Zirong was smart. He figured out Zhou Mochen's motive for the donation in an instant.
Not only that, but his mind also raced with many other connections.
Xu Su glanced at him. There was a hint of dejection in Xi Zirong's eyes. Today's meeting had completely upended all his expectations.
His rival's excellence was a bit of a blow. He was beginning to understand what Xu Su had meant when she'd said, 'He can give me the best.'
'The best...'
'Not just material things, but genuine affection, too.'
Xu Su remained silent. She knew that talking up how outstanding Zhou Mochen was would make Xi Zirong give up faster.
But she just couldn't bring herself to say it. The most she could do was remain silent.
