"After dropping those words, Ouyang Bingbing put on a duckbill cap and a mask and strode away.
Three hundred million Yuan was not a large sum to her.
She could afford it!
After all, she was an international superstar.
Although she hadn't earned an eleven-digit figure over the years, she did earn ten digits.
Back at Camphor Forest Villa, Ouyang Bingbing suddenly remembered Qin Feng.
Qin Feng had said last time that her face would age twenty or thirty years overnight.
If that kid could see it, did it mean he had a way to treat it?
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ouyang Bingbing hurriedly found Qin Feng's business card and dialed his number.
After a few consecutive calls, someone finally picked up, and an impatient voice came through.
"Who is it?"
"Ouyang Bingbing."
"What do you want?"
"Can you come over to my place?"
"What for?"
"I want you to take a look at my face."
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