Nearly a hundred million, and she's only earned a little over ten million.
"Hmm." Ji Chicheng nodded expressionlessly, "I'll charge you ten thousand per night, and it would take you thirty years to pay it off. By then, it wouldn't be possible for me to sleep with you anymore, so I'll allow you to calculate based on the number of times."
"You..."
Ji Anning glared at Ji Chicheng. Remembering Fenfen and Qi Helian, she held back from cursing him.
Can't this guy have some shame? He's counting on Fenfen not understanding, but Qi Helian is still around.
Ji Anning blushed all the way to her ears, bowed her head, and wished she could strangle Ji Chicheng.
She lifted her eyelids to glance at Qi Helian, who was lying on the bed, holding his phone and scrolling through it, seemingly very focused.
Did he not hear what Uncle just said?
Otherwise, with a personality as roguish as Xin Xiaoxiao's, he would have definitely come forward to make a few jokes by now.
