Ye Nuannuan was painfully stung by his cold and ruthless attitude, her heart bleeding out. With a gaze full of sorrow, she asked him, "Zhou Lu, in your eyes, am I just a tool for making money?"
Zhou Lu had just finished a phone call. His gaze towards her was icy as he responded, "I have always treated you as a younger sister. Everything I do is for your own good. Han Rongxu is the best match for you; he is a rare good man."
Ye Nuannuan mocked, pulling up the corners of her mouth cynically, "A good man? Zhou Lu, do you believe there are good people in this world?"
Zhou Lu pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing for a long time.
Her eyes were resolute. "For the sake of the Hailuo Bay project, you don't even care about my life or death and just want to sell me to Han Rongxu! I'm telling you, I would rather die than marry someone else!"