"You all go out, close the door behind you."
Xia Han was lacking in enthusiasm and had no interest in looking at handsome guys.
With a wave of her hand, she shooed away several distinctly styled handsome men.
"What's the situation? What's got you so riled up? Can you talk about it?"
Xia Han was dying of curiosity.
Coming here to pick out handsome guys, this was unprecedented.
How picky He Zhiwei's taste was—Xia Han knew it very well.
Anyway, none of her boyfriends ever passed He Zhiwei's scrutiny.
So, it was only natural she was unimpressed by the handsome men at the club.
But if that was the case, why come here at all?
He Zhiwei was so tight-fisted.
Didn't it hurt her to waste this money?
The room was cleared, leaving just Xia Han and He Zhiwei.
Xia Han stared at He Zhiwei unblinkingly, not wanting to miss the slightest change in her expression.