Listening to Gu Ningyi's first sentence, Dong Xin Yan still wanted to say, "Thank God," but his next words directly cast her into the eighteenth level of Hell.
With Gu Ningyi's petty nature, could she still have a way out after mocking him like this?
Dong Xin Yan's long eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, her hands involuntarily clenched the hem of her clothes, trying hard to maintain a smile as she braced herself and spoke softly, "Well... Mr. Gu, you misheard, right? What I clearly said was... that you are so... extraordinarily handsome, remarkably charming, your temperament is also... so gentle and considerate. In the future, when Miss Zhou marries you, she will undoubtedly be incomparably happy and blissful..."
Forcing herself to ignore her conscience, Dong Xin Yan tried to speak these words in a very sincere tone, but Gu Ningyi remained indifferent, letting out two cold chuckles towards her, then turned around and left.
