Yin Mingzhu swayed her slim waist as she walked over.
She stroked her hair, "It's done, the old man agreed."
Huo Shaoting handed her a fifty-million-yuan check, politely saying, "Thank you, Concubine Yin."
Yin Mingzhu accepted the check and kissed it lightly.
Then she gazed at Huo Shaoting with sparkling eyes, her voice soft and coy, "Shaoting, usually you seem so quiet and reserved, who would have thought you're such a passionate lover!"
As she spoke, she reached out to touch him.
Huo Shaoting stepped back, remaining indifferent, "Concubine, please conduct yourself with dignity."
"What dignity! Being with an old geezer, I've lost all hope long ago," Yin Mingzhu spoke her truth.
She fluttered her eyes at him, "It would be different if I were with you, Shaoting! You're so handsome."
Huo Shaoting's face turned red.
He lowered his head and hurried away.
Yin Mingzhu watched his back, her smile fading, lost in thought for a moment.
