"Do you want this person?" Miss Cui asked Chuzheng.
Chuzheng glanced over there.
A confirmatory look, that's the Good Person Card I was looking for.
"Is there a problem?"
Slap—
Miss Cui's hand struck the table, her tone increasing by who knows how many degrees, "Of course, there's a problem!"
Chuzheng: "..."
I was scared to death.
Just speak, why hit the table!
"Fine!" Miss Cui finished the act for two persons by herself, "Today I am in a good mood, so I'll compete with you on the same stage. Whoever offers the highest price will have this person. How about that?"
Chuzheng's gaze drifted towards Miss Cui.
Miss Cui was heavily drunk, yet still could recognize him, that was already her limit.
You think Chuzheng would slap her in the face with money.
No!
You are wrong!
Chuzheng looked at the madam, and cold words spilled from her mouth, "Throw her out."
Where did this idiot come from.
Why should I compete with you?
This is originally mine!
