Qin Peng picked up his wine glass, took a gentle sip, and spoke indifferently, "Feng Lin, is my face not worth any money?"
"Of course, it's worth a lot! If it were someone else, I wouldn't even agree."
Feng Lin took another piece of mango and chuckled lightly.
"Just tell me the number!" Qin Peng said expressionlessly.
"Let's go with a pleasant number, eighty million," Feng Lin said with ease. "Eighty million in the account, and I'll immediately tell Xu Ruoying that I want to break up with her, and I'll even curse her out while I'm at it."
"You really dare to ask for that much!"
Qin Peng propped his chin, his eyes growing colder, knowing that even he couldn't casually come up with eighty million in cash.
He would have to take it out of the company.
Feng Lin shook his head with a smile, speaking faintly, "This is me giving Young Master Qin a lot of respect. To tell the truth, with a stunning wife like her, I really don't want to break up."
