Li Qiao ignored Duan Yixuan's dazed expression, casually letting go of her, and turned to walk toward her Mercedes.
Duan Yixuan steadied herself, standing by the wall of the studio with a vacant gaze, her heart pounding as she wondered where she could come up with a million for Li Qiao.
Even though her family was well-off, they were not so wealthy as to throw money around carelessly.
At that moment, as Li Qiao sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, she rolled down the window, rested her arm on it and glanced at Duan Yixuan, "Cousin, this is the last time."
In the past, she hadn't cared much about Duan Yixuan since her petty schemes for attention were harmless.
But this time, Duan Yixuan's attempt to put pressure on the South Sea Police Station through online friends had affected her godfather, so Li Qiao had to give her a lesson.
Duan Yixuan stood rooted to the spot, her mind full of the thought of a million, and she didn't clearly hear what Li Qiao had said.
