Yu Siqiao's face darkened, "What do you mean?"
Ou Feng looked at his fiercely intimidating expression, and he couldn't help but grumble internally. Yet, he put on a forced smile and said, "Just having a heart isn't enough for you. If you could get a woman to willingly give you not only her heart but also her entire fortune and life, only then would you be considered a successful man."
Yu Siqiao raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing this smooth-talking playboy, "It seems you have some experience with this."
Ou Feng replied modestly, "Just a little, a little. Although I'm not as handsome as you, nor do I have your physique, and I'm certainly not as wealthy—let alone have a fiancée as outstanding and beautiful as yours—but, well, I do have a little something. I can make women love me so much they'd go through life and death for me."
Yu Siqiao slightly raised his eyebrow, eyeing the guy, "Life and death?"
Ou Feng, with a world-weary expression, asked, "Got a cigarette?"
