"200 million yuan." It was an exorbitant quote.
Mu Yazhe gave a half smile. Disheng Financial Group was powerful and invincible. He could afford to be extravagant, but the purchase had to be worth the price. "200 million yuan? Are you worth that much?"
"You asked me how much I want and said you can afford it, yet you hesitate when I asked for 200 million yuan."
She tore the check before his eyes.
His face darkened.
With a burst of courage, she grabbed his chiseled chin, stared into his arrogantly handsome face, and snorted. "Men are cheap. Instead of their own, they splurge on other women. Director, don't you know that you can't buy love with money?"
"How much does your love cost?" he snapped back, "Is it worth 200 million yuan?" She was truly an interesting woman to him.
She threw pieces of the torn check to his face.
