Quan Tianyou sat in his office, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. After Su Liuying had left the previous night, he had downed two bottles of wine, hoping to get some decent sleep, yet she kept coming to mind. He had thought she was a special girl, only to find that she would sell her body for money.
"Beep beep!"
The text message alert on his phone sounded. He reached for the phone, and the message showed that someone had withdrawn six hundred thousand from the bank with a check—the very same one he had thrown at Su Liuying.
"Six hundred thousand?"
This amount puzzled Quan Tianyou. If Su Liuying was willing to sell herself for money, shouldn't she have taken the opportunity to write a larger sum? Especially since he had bid two million at the auction yesterday, so why did she only take six hundred thousand?
"Su Liuying, why did you only take six hundred thousand? I really can't figure you out!"
