Seeing no gift, Wan Donglin's expression brightened noticeably. Chuckling, he said, "Don't accept his gifts; there's no such thing as a free lunch. If a man spends even a penny on you, he intends to squeeze a hundred yuan out of you. You can't be naive enough to fall for that."
His words made Yan Xixi's gaze sweep around the room: the house, the decor, the furniture... and the plethora of clothes, plush toys, and various small gifts he had sent to her at the hotel. Even the complete set of cosmetics he'd given her still adorned her dressing table.
Uncle, you spent so much, how much do you plan to squeeze out of me? she wondered.
"How about this," Wan Donglin continued, "we just blacklist this kid..."
She was speechless.
"Why blacklist him?"
"To stop him from pestering you, of course."
No way! I absolutely will not blacklist him. What are you going to do about it? Bite me? Yan Xixi thought defiantly.
