"You have gotten what you wanted, now my money..."
Su Liuying wrapped herself in the bedsheet, glaring at Quan Tianyou with hatred. She had been devoured by him once again. And it was in such circumstances this time; she didn't know to what extent he would belittle her.
But she genuinely needed the money. The cost of Su Qing's surgery had to be gathered as soon as possible; dignity was no longer valuable to her at this point.
If it wasn't him tonight, it would have been that old man. For her, what had happened had happened; there was no turning back.
Quan Tianyou just looked at her coldly without saying a word. His icy gaze made Su Liuying shrink involuntarily, but still, she lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
He got up, pulled out a checkbook, and briskly signed his name, tore the check, and flicked it in front of her. "I'm not unfair to you. Though I did spend two million to have you tonight, you've pleased me, so you can fill in any amount on this blank check!"
