Ye Caitang's body trembled when she heard that. She suddenly felt a serious threat.
She quickly expressed her strong desire to live:
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Don't be so serious."
"Even if I want to keep a young model, I'll only keep you, Mr. Qin."
"Mmm?" Qin Ruohan's tone was cold.
"Didn't you say that you wanted to keep eight to 10?"
Ye Caitang hurriedly shook her head and expressed solemnly:
"With Mr. Qin's stunning looks, all the men in the world combined can't hold a candle to you. If I keep you as my boy toy, it's equivalent to keeping the entire world."
These words seemed to please Qin Ruohan. His slender hand—which was about to strangle Ye Caitang's neck—thoughtfully adjusted her collar.
"Then I'll wait for you to come keep me. Work hard and earn money."
Qin Ruohan glanced at Ye Caitang with a faint smile. A scheming glint flashed across his strikingly beautiful eyes.
