"Whatever, I've always thought money is inexhaustible. If you like it, buy it."
Mi Yao sincerely admitted that this man was ostentatious in the way he spoke. So domineering!
His money was inexhaustible, but she sold herself for money and was doomed forever.
Mi Yao held up four fingers, "I think... forty million... I deserve it..."
A sharp light flashed in Feng Yueming's narrow eyes as he looked at her with a smirk, "I think, you being by my side is worth forty million. If you're not by my side, you are worth nothing."
That answer...
Mi Yao nodded, giving him a thumbs-up, "Feng Yueming, I always say you're not the type for sweet nothings. That answer is more like you."
"Mi Yao, what is it with you today..." Feng Yueming tried to pull her into his embrace.
But Mi Yao pushed him away.
Because she pushed too forcefully and the man was too solid, she failed to move him and instead rolled onto the carpet, burning her finger on a heart-shaped candle, eliciting a hiss from her.
