"Let me think."
Chu Ruolin cupped her chin, a glint flashed in her eyes fleetingly, feigning deep contemplation.
A few seconds later, she flashed a sly smile, "Not much, just ninety million. I want to do something big now, ninety million is just the right amount."
"Ni...ninety million?"
Chu Yi stammered as he spoke.
"That's not much. Didn't you say you have money?" Chu Ruolin flicked her hair, and with a slip of her hand, a pair of scissors appeared.
"Don't tell me you want to charge it. If you do, leave something with me."
Truly, no one knows a disciple better than their master.
Chu Yi really was about to suggest charging it, but before he could even speak, Chu Ruolin saw right through him.
Seeing the scissors, Chu Yi could only awkwardly laugh, instinctively covering his crotch with his right hand.
"In that case, let's... let's forget it."
Even though there was no wind, Chu Yi still felt a chilly breeze blow over his crotch.
