Returning from Bai Zhiqing's room, Lu Tianxing plopped down onto the adjacent sofa and casually lit a cigarette for himself, a trace of a bitter smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was utterly stumped by Bai Zhiqing's request.
Pursuing Bai Zhiqing, making her fall in love with him, just how easy could that be? Although Bai Zhiqing had never really been in love and could be considered a complete novice in romance, she had been battling it out in the business world for so many years and was far from the naive young girl just entering society. Phrases like 'budding affection' were utterly unfit for her. To put it bluntly, Bai Zhiqing was like a seasoned dough stick that had been rolled in the oil pan for countless years, having seen everything and experienced everything; she was not the kind of woman who would give her all for a simple romantic gesture.