AI Xiaoqing spread out the newspaper in front of Li Jiaren. She just saw it when she looked down, and immediately closed her thin pink lip.

there was a feeling of confusion in my heart. I knew that ningzhiyuan could not have anything to do with this woman, but I just felt uncomfortable.

AI Xiaoqing didn't notice what was wrong with Li Jiaren, but she still talked about it in her own way.

"I don't mean to be a beautiful woman. I'll try to polish my eyes when I look for a man. Nowadays, men, rich or poor, have a lot of money. It's like ningzhiyuan. I heard that those...