"He likes you," Shen Fanyun said succinctly.
Su Xiyang smiled. "Plenty of people like me."
This was true. Su Xiyang had never lacked admirers, especially after she started working. They ranged from greasy middle-aged men and talented young elites to old classmates and youths from ordinary backgrounds—she had seen them all. It was only recently, when the news about Wang Yanwen broke, that this crowd finally gave up. Now that Wang Yanwen was living and settled abroad, a group of die-hards had started trying to get close to her again.
"Unfortunately, I accidentally boarded a pirate ship," Su Xiyang muttered to herself.
