Today, Veil seemed like a completely different person. Gone were all his usual flirtatious tricks—no more sly words or ambiguous glances. Instead, he had suddenly become a serious, straightforward man. Without the slightest attempt to sugarcoat it, he said:
"Senior, you really don't need to be so grateful. Honestly, I only acted so quickly to protect you because I want you to endorse our company's product."
Anna pouted slightly, clearly displeased. The cold, glamorous aura she usually carried faded away, replaced by a subtle trace of playful pride.
"Junior, don't tell me you're still single? Who talks like that? Even if that's what you're thinking, you don't have to say it out loud. Are you saying that no matter what I do, I still can't compete with a pile of cash?"
Before Veil could respond, Anna narrowed her eyes and studied his awkward expression for a moment. Then, with a soft laugh, she gave his shoulder a light pat.
