"Call me young master." Beiming Han's icy gaze swept over her, a hint of displeasure flickering in his eyes.
His look was as though he was watching some lowly creature, as if it was a great favor for him to even glance at her.
"Even if your family name is Beiming, you can't distort right and wrong. I was clearly a victim in yesterday's incident; I won't sign this!"
Gu Qingxin was already angry about his rudeness, so she roughly tore up the several sheets of paper in her hand.
What one billion? If he wants one billion, it will be one billion?
Even if this man was made of gold, spending a night with him wouldn't be worth that much!
"Woman, where do you get the audacity to repeatedly disregard my feelings?" Beiming Han's voice was deep and alluring, but with an unmissable overtone of arrogance and iciness.
"I would rather not dare! If possible, I wish I had never met you." Gu Qingxin's eyes showed defiance. She was also very angry and wanted to find Peng Pan for an explanation.