Zhongnan Hotel, in a certain room.
Li Zhongnan lay on the bed, two fingers holding a cigarette. He smoked slowly, puffing clouds of enjoyment.
"Go away, your mouth is full of the smell of smoke." Fang Shurong expressed her dissatisfaction.
Indeed, she really hated the smell of smoke. Normally, when she encountered men who smoked, she would instinctively feel a bit disgusted. But at this moment, she felt a sense of satisfaction deep within her heart and it felt incredibly sweet.
Just earlier, this man was surprisingly gentle with her.
"Ok, I'll stop smoking."
Li Zhongnan laughed heartily before putting out the cigarette in his hand.
"That's more like it!"
Fang Shurong smiled contentedly, quietly savoring this beautiful moment.
After a while, she asked excitedly, "Brother Nan, you just gave me over four hundred million just like that?"
Li Zhongnan smiled and replied, "What, you don't want it?"
Wang Yong's money was transferred to the Zhongnan Hotel.
