Han Zisha is more skilled at pillow talk and intimate exchanges. This time, she couldn't use her ultimate skill in negotiation, truly losing the rhythm. She angrily sat back down, thinking, "If you didn't have Chief Shi as your backing, I wouldn't have spared you." Seduction and bribery were useless, leaving her completely passive.
She picked up a teacup, took a small sip, crossed her legs, her graceful movements creating a fragrant breeze that faintly lingered at Li Xian's nose. She casually said, "Go ahead and speak."
Li Xian chuckled, "Elder Han, you came here offering yourself, proposing marriage—all for the sake of profits." Han Zisha said nothing, put down the teacup, and rolled her eyes.
