But it was even better than he expected, which made him very satisfied.
Some things cannot be rushed.
Watching that charming and lovely figure, Bo Fengheng's lips slightly curled up, revealing a determined smile.
But none of them saw it.
Standing at the staircase, Wen Yiqing's eyes were swirling with tears, deep-rooted hatred surged into her heart, and her face nearly became twisted and malicious with suppressed fury.
However, when Bo Fengheng turned around, she immediately returned to normal, meekly lowered her eyes, and called softly, "Young Master..."
"You've done well, I'll have someone send you home. This ten million will be your compensation; let's pretend what happened before never occurred; bear this in mind. If you dare cause me any trouble, you know what the consequences will be." Bo Fengheng tossed a card over.
His mood was good, but those warning words were still terrifying enough to leave one breathless.
