She only likes me.
"Or are you afraid that I can't dig her out?"
"Yeah, you can't dig her out!"
Fu Qiyuan's brows didn't move, his demeanor calm, the composed certainty of a rightful consort.
"She doesn't like your type."
Xiao Yize sat on the sofa, his eyebrows raising slightly when he heard Fu Qiyuan's words, an air of leisurely ease about him.
"Preferences can change, and I don't mind changing myself to suit hers at all."
The Xiao Family had stood unshakable for a hundred years, a renowned financial dynasty, and now their heir was saying he could change his preferences for a woman?
Even thinking about it with your toes would tell you it's impossible.
Yet, there he was, speaking with utter seriousness!
Fu Qiyuan glanced over indifferently.
"She only likes me."
Having said that, he drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, the frost on his face beginning to thaw, a hint of a smile coloring his brows.
"Can you become like me?"