"Of course not," Xiao Zhao retorted with a straight face, "Think about it, sister Shan; he's a big Shot! He's rich and powerful, and he doesn't lack anything. He must be after your beauty! Wasn't that disgusting CEO Jin a good example? However, this mysterious man is much more handsome than President Jin. If such a handsome man is also an amazing big Shot…God, this world is so unfair!"
Ding Shan found it funny. "How is it unfair? Who said that the big Shots had to be ugly? And that CEO Jin isn't even a Big Shot; he's just a nouveau riche who can't be put on the stage; he's not at the elite level at all."
Xiao Zhao blinked. "If this mysterious person is more powerful than CEO Jin and has more power than him, what should we do? Wouldn't you be doomed if he really took a fancy to you?"
Ding Shan thought of the man's oppressive aura and suddenly felt helpless.
