He felt it was unjust for both Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er.
It was all so absurd, wasn't it?
However, just now, it seemed that Duan Ying had intentionally lured Qu Ruhua over...
"You're still talking, as if Miss Qu's expression—" Old Master Duan seemed to be so angered that he staggered.
At this moment, Mo Liancheng composed himself and slowly stood up, his gentle face blooming like spring, "Old Master, there's no need for an outsider like you to fret over our family affairs. Besides, your health... isn't very good, and you shouldn't get too agitated. If you pay a hundred million a year, I might consider taking a look, at least I could ensure you live another ten years."
"..." Upon hearing this, Qu Tan'er's face bore a look of exasperation.
Her Chengcheng, was he still in the mood to talk business?
A hundred million a year? Hehe, quite a profitable endeavor.
Yet, what outsiders heard and what she heard were not focused on the same thing.
