"Why am I here?" She looked at the man in front of her. It hadn't even been a week and she looked haggard.
Shi Yuting swirled some red wine in a glass. His thin lips pursed slightly and answered, "My people carried you here."
He said this in a careless manner but Zuo Weiyi halted. She did not understand this man.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Shi Yuting toyed with the wine in the glass with no intention to taste it.
"Be my woman. I'll give you everything you wish for—money, vanity, whatever you wish." Beneath the black eyes, no one could guess his inner thoughts.
Zuo Weiyi looked up and stared at Shi Yuting.
Be his woman?
"Even if you wish to be the young missy of the Jiang family, I can easily fulfill that wish." He smirked.
Young missy of the Jiang family?
