The deep night sky mirrored the somber look in Yun Mo's eyes, it was downright ominous.
Chu Yun, who was still standing, waited for his response. But he called a waiter, paid the bill, and only then did his icy gaze land on her indifferently. "Mrs. Chu, I am a junior. If you kneel to me, wouldn't that shorten my lifespan?"
"So what exactly do I have to do for you to return the courtyard house to me?"
"..."
"Mr. Yun, that house is an heirloom of my husband's family, his only keepsake for me. I beg you, please return it to me. How much did you pay when you bought it? I can offer you more."
"I'm a businessman, and businessmen don't do favors."
"Mr. Yun, I beg you."
"Mrs. Chu, if doing business is as simple as begging, wouldn't everything be easy?"
Chu Yun, standing on the other side of the dining table, seemed rather drained. After gulping down more than ten cups of liquor, she was somewhat dizzy. She felt powerless and was at a loss, feeling like a soulless shell.
