Wu Lin's eyes were riveted on Ye Qingqing.
At this point, once revealed, Wu Lin's possessiveness was no longer masked.
Chen Feng really wanted to kill this disgusting scum with a slap.
But at this moment, Ye Qingqing suddenly sat up straight.
She held her chest high, with a seductive curve that was extremely proud.
Wu Lin's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze even hotter.
"Ma'am, did you hear my conversation with your husband just now?"
Wu Lin smiled and asked Ye Qingqing.
"I heard it." Ye Qingqing responded with a poker face.
"So..., what do you think of my proposal just now?"
"I just want to throw you out of here." Ye Qingqing replied blandly.
"Beautiful lady, do you know what one hundred and fifty thousand means to you? Perhaps it means that you can struggle less for a year."
Wu Lin continued to speak as if he still didn't know the stakes.
Slap.
This time, Chen Feng couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped Wu Lin in the face.
