Fang Ke's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Xie Hen, you promised you'd agree to any request. Are you trying to go back on your word? We brothers won't allow that."
Xie Hen rubbed his temples in frustration. "Are you sure you're not just messing with me?"
When it came to women, Xie Hen was largely indifferent. He always followed his heart—if he didn't like someone, there was no way he would engage in a relationship.
With his striking looks and prestigious family background, Xie Hen was pursued by countless women, yet he had never found one who caught his eye.
Now at twenty years old, Xie Hen had yet to have a single girlfriend.
Fang Ke countered, "How is this messing with you? Having a girlfriend is a great thing—an enjoyable experience!"
But Xie Hen didn't agree. This request was something he found hard to fulfill and had no desire to.
Fang Ke grew impatient. "Let me recommend someone. You're bound to like her."