"Would you really give up and stop pestering me?"
"Do you think I'm shameless? I just didn't want to give up too easily and regret it later." Han Yingying's bitter smile looked somewhat desolate.
Even though he knew she was pretending, Shen Mosheng's heart still ached sharply, and he almost subconsciously agreed, "Fine."
"Then you'd better start pleasing me. Remember, I'll only treat you if I'm in a good mood."
"And what will put you in a good mood?"
"Love me, pamper me."
"I can't do that."
"However you treated Teresa, that's how you should treat me."
Shen Mosheng paused, then made a phone call.
Twenty minutes later, three tall, handsome men appeared in front of Han Yingying.
Drinking her coffee, Han Yingying looked somewhat astonished at the three men watching her eagerly, then at Shen Mosheng, who was getting ready to leave, before finding her voice after a while.
"What does this mean?"
"I got you some men."
"When did I ever say I wanted men?"
