Huang Xiao sulkily pulled back his hand.
"Young Master Leng, I was wrong. Please don't ignore me."
Zhang Shasha, crying pitifully, threw herself forward.
This time, she had learned her lesson. She wasn't wearing one of her off-shoulder outfits but opted for a white dress instead.
Her dyed, multi-colored hair had also been returned to black.
Her face was adorned with subtle yet strategic makeup.
She already had strikingly beautiful features, and now, with her long hair draped down her shoulders and her delicate sobbing appearance, she truly looked like a rain-soaked pear blossom.
It was difficult for men to resist her charms.
Unfortunately, this Young Master Leng wasn't just any ordinary man.
"Is that so? Where did you go wrong?"
Through hazy, tear-filled eyes, Zhang Shasha glanced at Shen You'an, her teeth nearly grinding to pieces.
