Ling Han removed her mask, sat down, and stared at the donation contract, "You guys are swindlers, right? Although I'm a celebrity, I'm more of a washed-up one. If you're looking to fool me for my assets, you've got the wrong person; I'm barely getting by."
Ye Xingguang lifted his head from his book, smiled, but said nothing.
Instead, it was Han Chengbei who, crossing his legs and shaking them a bit, said, "Didn't you recognize me? You think I, of all people, need to trick you, some has-been, for your money?"
The moment Ling Han arrived, she recognized Han Chengbei, a moghul in the media industry of Country A; his picture often appeared in newspapers and on the Internet.
Ling Han looked at the small, pink, plain medicine box and opened it. "Is this really the remedy for regret? I must be nuts, even entertaining the thought of believing your nonsense. But when one is desperate, they always try to find some hope."
