"This is my earnings from the advertisement shoot, a total of hundred thousand... I know it's still short of the debt I owe you. I will continue working hard to repay you. The subsequent payments will be deposited into this card until I've paid off all the debts."
Beiming Han stared at her, his black pupils gradually growing colder, but he continued to patiently listen to her.
"So... I will move out from here, I hope you can treat Sister Shushu and Xia..."
Before she could finish, Gu Qingxin shockingly watched as the massive marble dining table in front of her was lifted up into the air...
The winds from the flying table blew her fringe straight up...
The noise of the crockery crashing into the floor, the shattering sounds, followed by a thunderous crash...
Gu Qingxin sat there, her face turned deathly pale in the absence of the table obstructing their view.
"You want to leave me!"
Beiming Han looked at her, his pupils covered in a distinct icy gaze, not just cold, but pain!
