An Lan gave Zhang Ya a look, and Zhang Ya immediately snorted coldly, "If you want to hang up, just do it. I really don't want to hear your voice."
Without hearing any plea, Xiao Yihe, left hanging, unable to advance or retreat, finally took a step back, "Ten million is really too much, I can't provide that. Yaya, if you could ask for less, I could bite the bullet and give it to you."
"Alright, five million." Zhang Ya didn't think twice before cutting it in half.
Five million... Xiao Yihe didn't want to give that either.
Eventually, the two of them each took a step back, and the price settled at two million. Even though it made Xiao Yihe's heart bleed, he still transferred the two million to her. This unexpected windfall made Zhang Ya's eyes curve with her smile.
