Ming Ge rested her chin on one hand, elbow propped on the armrest of the sofa, fine, white fingers tapping idly against her cheek.
In a languid and unconcerned tone, she said,
"Chu Mufeng, you ask what I see in him? Oh, well... there's just... so much."
Chu Mufeng failed to detect the teasing hidden in the girl's tone and the subtle expression on his face turned angry, probably thinking:
This woman is up to no good; she's insidious and scheming, deliberately causing trouble for his brother!
Just like how girls feel furious and indignant when their best friend encounters a jerk, men feel the same when their good brother meets a bad girl.
Obviously, in Chu Mufeng's eyes, Ming Ge had become the epitome of such a woman.
Now, looking at Ming Ge, his peach blossom eyes were filled with nothing but disdain and contempt, "You want money, don't you? Name your price, how much will it take for you to leave Ayan?"
Ming Ge: "..."
There was a subtle expression on Ming Ge's face.
