A Tacit Understanding?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
An Lan looked at Chen Ke's oily face and lost her appetite.
Xu Baohan, who had just walked in, heard Chen Ke's voice and his face turned cold.
Wasn't this guy the red wine seller he had met at the auditorium entrance?
He had seen all sorts of people in court, but he had never seen a person as disgusting as Chen Ke.
He walked toward An Lan with a cold face. She didn't stand up, just lounging lazily on the chair. Her white sweater outlined her exquisite curves, and her slender white fingers turned the red wine glass in her hand.
She curled her red lips into a smile. "I'm sorry, but I'm good at nothing but making money. Money really can't move me."
She said those words to Chen Ke because she didn't want to insult him in the presence of so many classmates. Moreover, she felt that it was not wise to offend a despicable person like Chen Ke.