He sighed inwardly, "Ah, the true nature of men."
"I'm wondering what game they're playing... They neither kill us nor take us away, nor skin us,"
"Do they think they can wait until the dust settles before taking us away?"
When Fu Ling brought up this topic, the other three naturally responded gracefully.
Su Zimu, with her slender figure, slouched in the sofa, somewhat tired but still relatively calm, "They must have other purposes."
"Your 'other purposes' imply either other plans they have or other plans for us," Cao Yu looked at Su Zimu.
He rarely saw admirable qualities in the women he usually met, not that he looked down on women— in fact, he had received an education from the aristocracy of foreign countries for at least half of his life and had great respect for women.
But previously, most heiresses, besides their expensive handbags, high heels, and heavily photoshopped selfies after spending lots of money on beauty treatments... had nothing else.
