บท 72: Treasure?

Rong Yan didn't care that she was exposed to the air. After a short period of depression, she was resurrected and returned to the vulgar woman who worshiped money.

She flipped her hair that had completely fallen down behind her back. This simple action had a different kind of charm when it was done by her, and her every move was filled with a myriad of gestures.

She looked into Liancheng Yazhi's eyes, which were gaudy with a hint of coldness. That feeling of not being able to get what he wanted made him want to destroy Rong Yan.

However, it was the first time in his life that he had been suppressed by a woman.

In the past, he would throw women out if they touched his hair. But now, he had forgotten that he was being ridden by a woman.

Rong Yan smiled shyly, her pearly white teeth gently biting her lower lip. Her eyes were watery and wet, looking like she was constantly using her beauty to charm one's heart.