"Li Zhiyan, you're so young, yet your mind is filled with such filth, I won't sleep with you!"
Zheng Yiyun thought about being coerced into sleeping with Li Zhiyan, feeling deeply humiliated; she is, after all, a proper wealthy lady, how could she endure such humiliation, but then she remembered some of her past fantasies.
Zheng Yiyun felt extremely ashamed, her heart somewhat resonating with Yin Xueyang, both doubting their own moral worth.
Only a despicable woman would constantly have such bizarre fantasies.
And inexplicably harboring a little fondness towards Li Zhiyan.
"Aunt Zheng, then I have no choice. I'll head to the factory first."
"I see your timber factory will be shutting down soon, since you refused this matter, let's never speak of this again."
Li Zhiyan didn't say much, and drove his Ferrari to the Ganyun Timber Processing Factory.
Watching the Ferrari drive into the opposite factory, Zheng Yiyun suddenly felt a wave of regret.
