"Haha, true to my good little sister, I do have a condition, and if you can meet this condition, not only will I let your little lover go, but letting you go is also fine!" the woman said as she turned her gaze to Chen Hao's face for the first time, seemingly sizing him up.
Zhou Mei instinctively felt that it was definitely not going to be anything good, but for the sake of a slim chance of survival, she still pressed, "What is the condition?"
The woman, eying Chen Hao, had a glint of appreciation and jealousy in her eyes. The appreciation was for not expecting Zhou Mei's lover to be quite handsome, not just a pretty boy, but her type of man.
The jealousy came from the same reason, resenting the fact that despite both having the surname Zhou and having that kind of relationship, every man she found had only been coerced into submission by her.
