Fu Qinglun said that she was shameless. He said it so straightforwardly.
Rong'rong's face promptly paled. It was as if someone had given her a tight slap. She looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing an expensive navy blue coat. His facial features were handsome and refined, as if they had been crafted meticulously by an artist. He exuded the demeanor of an aristocrat.
This man wielded power and influence in Karghalik. He was good-looking, rich and led a clean, decent private life.
Every woman would be tempted by such a man.
All these years, Rong'rong had grown up in an unhealthy and depraved environment. When she suddenly saw this God-like man that day, she had been deeply mesmerized by him.
She wanted him.
