Hiyori: He Was the White Moonlight of My Life

"It depended on just how lofty his status was, and how well you understood the emotions he needed..."

"In other words, whether you could meet the other party's demands. Everything in this world had its own value, and that depended on how much importance you placed on it."

Iceburg discreetly put away the blueprint in his hand, his usual gentle smile returning as he began reviewing the rest of the schedule.

"My own value..."

Her eyes darted about as thoughts churned in her mind, and the outline of an almost insane plan gradually emerged.

"Thank you for your help, President."

"Help? Did I? Which noble or wealthy merchant could possibly catch the eye of our ever-so-proud secretary? I'm quite curious myself, hahaha..."

The sun sank westward, streaks of the setting light red as blood, like a thin veil silently draped across the dazzling sea.

Water 7, at a passenger-boat food stall that could only be found after twisting and turning through countless alleys.

The drunken owner lay sprawled inside the boat. Only when the chairs creaked noisily did he impatiently wave a hand.

"Go away, go away. We're closed for the day, no business. Might not do business tomorrow either. Come back after I sober up!"

"Don't be such a killjoy, Boss. I caught a scent even richer than ordinary sea salt. Could you make me something to fill my stomach? Egg fried rice will do."

Hearing this, the old man finally opened his eyes. Looking at Hua Yue, who wore a strange mask, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"What a sharp nose. You can even smell that scent. Did you eat a Dog-Dog Fruit or something?"

"Forget it, the wine's empty anyway. It's rare to meet a customer who knows good stuff, so I'll make an