"Ziyi, you've got it wrong. This girl just had a little spat with her sister outside, she's still throwing a tantrum now. She's admired you for a long time."
Zhang Min smiled obsequiously, her mouth almost stretching up to her cheeks.
Zhao Ziyi sat back in his chair, crossing his legs with an air of arrogance: "Does that mean you've agreed, Auntie?"
Zhang Min gritted her teeth. This feeling of selling her daughter was really damn unbearable.
"Could you transfer the 40 million all at once? The company really can't manage its turnover."
Zhao Ziyi leisurely picked up a cigarette from the table and lit it, a contemptuous smile on his lips: "You want money, I want a woman who can give me descendants. If it was just for sleeping, I'm afraid it wouldn't be Miss Han's turn."
Zhang Min and Han Guanghong's faces changed several shades instantly, from white to ashen to black...
"Ziyi, you saying it like that is a bit..."
