Miyashita Naoyuki furrowed his brows, his face taking on a serious expression, "I wonder, Mr. Aoyama, what you desire?"
He had thought that with his identity as the mayor's nephew and his promises, he would have been enough to sway Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had just arrived. But it turned out not to be the case.
"It's not about what I want, but what you, Mr. Miyashita, can offer me," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head.
Miyashita Naoyuki spread his hands, jokingly saying, "I thought we could talk about feelings between us."
"I never discuss feelings with men," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied in a similarly jesting tone.
Damn it, trying to freeload off me, eat shit!
Given Miyashita Naoyuki's status, those low-level bureaucrats with no background would definitely try to curry favor with him; they would bet on his promises. But Aoyama Xiu Xin was unmoved.
He was not one to act without seeing the rabbit.
