Bo Siyan's deep, dark eyes fell upon her, and his thin lips parted slightly as he spoke in a detached, cold voice, utterly devoid of courtesy as he threatened, "If you dare to go to the nightclub and dance again, I'll break your legs!"
She knew it, he could never say anything nice!
Without dancing, how would she make money? How would she cover the hefty expenses every month?
Despite grumbling inside, Ning Xia still wore a smile on her face, nodding obediently, "Of course, now that I have a husband as rich as you, why would I still go out to dance for money? Your wealth could support countless like me. I could just sit around, eat, and wait to die every day. You're right, aren't you?"
It seemed Bo Siyan felt this flattery wasn't too bad as he hooked his lips in satisfaction.
"Then... Master Bo, may I go back to my room to rest?"
The little tyrant finally granted his grace with a nod, "Scram."
Ning Xia didn't stop to catch her breath and scrambled away.
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