It was a credit card.
With a limit of one million yuan, it meant she could spend a total of one million yuan each month; of course, she could also withdraw cash.
Luo Xiaoqian gazed at the card on the table and finally understood his intention.
He wanted to keep her – for a monthly fee of one million yuan.
That was an absolutely enticing sum!
Never mind one million yuan a month – if she had just one million yuan, Lu Hao would never betray her.
Luo Xiaoqian wanted fame and wealth, but she had never considered truly selling her body and dignity, especially not with this man's attitude and approach, which she simply could not accept.
"You might be mistaken, I'm not here to sell... myself!" She straightened up, her voice no longer containing the fear from before, "Give me back my things!"
"Two million yuan!" Leng Zimo casually raised the price.
"Are you deaf?!" Luo Xiaoqian growled, "I said, give me my things!"
She dared to yell at him?!
