As soon as Zhou Qi heard it, he felt as if a meteorite had struck him on the forehead, "Xi... Xizhou Film City..."
Long Xiliang did not bother to explain further.
Zhou Qi vaguely guessed something and added, "Miss Lu told me about throwing away the bags Young Marquis gave her. She was very unhappy, so Master Long must buy her ten times as many bags to make it up to her, otherwise..."
As Zhou Qi continued, he began to laugh, "Miss Lu is neither light nor heavy in character, thinking our Master Long is like those overbearing CEOs in novels, willing to spend money on her recklessly. She doesn't see that Master Long, you..."
"Buy her ten times the bags."
As soon as Long Xiliang spoke, Zhou Qi almost bit his tongue.
Zhou Qi wanted to smash his head against the car window. This was not the Master Long he knew; he must be dreaming!
