"Money?"
As if he'd heard something amusing, the man tilted his head thoughtfully: "Miss Qin, you must really underestimate me. Even though I'm not as wealthy as President Chu, I'm still a man. Why would I ask a woman for money?"
Qin Yiren felt disgusted to the core, gritted her teeth, and cursed, "Then get out!"
"Wouldn't that make my trip here a waste?"
The man stood up from the sofa with a smile and slowly walked towards Qin Yiren on the bed, leisurely shortening the distance between them.
Qin Yiren was terrified, all the hairs on her body standing on end as she shrieked, "Stop right there, I'm calling the bodyguard!"
The man glanced back at the quiet doorway, hesitating as he stood there, maintaining a distance of about half a meter.
From his pocket, he pulled out a small white box, examining Qin Yiren's wary expression with a dubious smile. "Don't be so defensive, I just think that a proposal should be more official, don't you agree?"
