Seconds, or perhaps minutes later, Qin Nuan finally spoke again, "Xia Ning, you know how costly it is to kidnap the old Mr. He; if I go through all the trouble to kidnap him and release him without gaining anything, wouldn't that be too bad a deal?"
Xia Ning could hear her own teeth chattering. Only when a cold wind blew did she realize that, at some point, her back was drenched in sweat. Her wet clothes clung to her back, exceedingly uncomfortable.
In the chill wind, Qin Nuan's soft Jiangnan lilt took on a strange tone, "I'm not asking for much, just five million in cash and I'll hand over the old Mr. He to you. You can then tell He Xing that you saved his grandfather. Wouldn't he be grateful enough to pledge himself to you?"
An inexplicable blush spread across Xia Ning's face, her mind flooded with unsuitable images for children. If she could exchange five million for He Xing's gratitude, the deal would indeed be worth it.
