'You can stop guessing. There's absolutely no way you'll guess it.'
Chen Afang looked mysterious.
A Xiang's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. 'There's absolutely no way to guess? Isn't that a bit exaggerated?'
"The kind where you could guess for three days and three nights and still never figure it out."
That made A Xiang feel it sounded even more absurd.
There were only so many men in the world worth over a hundred billion.
They could be counted.
And they had to be first-generation billionaires.
People like that would definitely leave their names on the internet.
They might even leave some mark on history.
How could it be impossible to guess even after several days? Who does she think she's looking down on?!
A Xiang raised her brows.
Chen Afang chuckled.
"You can tell me any other requirements you have. I'll see if he meets them, so you won't be too picky when you meet him later."
'Hmm~~! Fine.'
A Xiang thought for a moment before saying, "Let's leave age aside for now. If he's a womanizer and only wants me as a mistress, I can't accept that either. If we're really going to date, I hope it's with marriage in mind."
'Don't worry about that. No problem. If he weren't out of my league, I'd have gone for him myself.'
'All right.'
A Xiang continued, "If he's genuinely sincere, has no violent tendencies, and won't hit women, I can accept everything else."
'That's all?'
Chen Afang asked, 'You don't have any other requirements?'
'He's that rich, he wants to marry me, and he isn't violent. What else could I ask for?'
A Xiang rolled her eyes. 'I'm just an ordinary landlady. An ordinary little woman who's never made money from doing business, and I'm almost thirty. What other conditions