"Miss Mo, name your price. How much for a month with you?" he asked languidly.
Meng Xi'er's face alternated between white and green with anger, leaving her speechless for a moment.
This face, so stunning under the light, now looked utterly repugnant. Meng Xi'er clenched her fists, aching to punch him!
Four years have passed, yet he hasn't changed a single bit, be it his appearance or his personality!
Meng Xi'er took a deep breath, her fiery gaze settled on Lu Yebai, "Mr. Lu, we have no scores to settle, so please don't insult me!"
Lu Yebai watched as her pretty face flushed with anger. Her body emitted a faint scent - a scent he felt he had smelled a long time ago. It felt familiar. Leaning in, he watched her and said casually, "How much for a month? One hundred thousand, a million, a thousand…"
"Slap!"
A slap landed heavily on his cheek.
The crisp smack halted the footsteps of the passing crowd, everyone turned their heads to stare at them.
