Yu Xiao'ai looked at him, puzzled, and couldn't help but scoff, "Just because you have good credentials, should I accept your request? Mr. Wang, don't you think that's a bit presumptuous?"
Wang Mingzhi sneered, "Where am I wrong? Shouldn't one consider credentials when seeking a partner? Xiao'ai, I understand your family background too; your parents are university professors, a highly respected household, and I am quite satisfied with that. Moreover, I really like you, both your looks and personality are to my liking; I think you are destined to be my wife."
He asserted confidently, "Our statuses match, you should seriously consider me."
Yu Xiao'ai looked at his brimming confidence and found it laughable; he wasn't even the successor of a wealthy or powerful family, where did he get this sense of superiority from?
"Mr. Wang, I think you should seriously consider someone else," she said firmly, then glanced at her phone, "I'm home now, you should go."