"Ma Lijuan, you're on your own! Once I take the money, I won't ever come back!"
Zhu Chenghui smugly pushed open the door and left. A night together, a hundred days of kindness; but now he had thrown Ma Lijuan to the back of his mind. Besides, with five million, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Why would he still cling to this aging woman?
"Pah~"
Ma Lijuan spat at Zhu Chenghui's back, cursing, "Zhu Chenghui, you heartless bastard, I curse that you won't have the luck to spend that money!"
Five million, he didn't even use his brain to think why just harassing Mi Xiurong could earn him five million, but Zhu Moli wouldn't let her interfere, so she hadn't asked further.
But she had a bad feeling that Zhu Chenghui was going to have a great fall this time. There's no such thing as a free lunch, let alone five million.
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