This posture and demeanor is no different from that of a woman selling herself.
In other words, to her, he had become merely a common client.
Mo Shiche's handsome face suddenly turned cold.
He was almost infuriated in an instant—
He bent down, grabbed her shoulders, and directly lifted her up against the back of the sofa, his face leaning close to hers. "Luo Qiangwei," his jaw was clenched tight, every word bitten out between his teeth, "I don't like you degrading yourself like this."
"Wasn't it you who wanted to buy me?" Her lips curled, the arc mocking yet still smiling, "President Mo, are you going to do it or not? Don't tell me that just because we were married, even if I sell myself, you still want to meddle—But right now I'm so down and out that I can only make quick money with my body because I'm really short on money, please let me go."
"Why are you short on money?" He stared intently at her face, "Who do you need to provide for? I'll help you, huh?"
