"I'd sell myself for ten years if someone beat up Jing Tianchen and Lang Xiyuan,"
Chu Liangxia spoke with a soft voice, clearly tipsy.
Feng Ziheng's face darkened immediately.
He reached out and snatched the iPad from Chu Liangxia's hands.
Chu Liangxia looked up, visibly unsatisfied.
"Give it back to me," Chu Liangxia said, her voice somewhat stiff, as if she was holding back anger.
Feng Ziheng glanced at the iPad screen.
Zizhuo Xi: My goodness, I once offered you a million for a single day and you wouldn't agree!
Ling Sanye: Beating up Jing Tianchen would only require three years of servitude.
Zizhuo Xi: Beat it, there are so many people vying for my Chu king—helping you for three months for free was already a big win for you.
Ling Sanye: ...
Zizhuo Xi: Isn't Lang Xiyuan that movie queen? What did she do to offend you?
Ling Sanye: I'll take care of Jing Tianchen, you handle Lang Xiyuan, we split the ten years fifty-fifty?
