Lin Yingying also felt that Long Fei was exaggerating a bit—over a mere flower, he could at least make his bluffing more plausible.
What the hell, a high bid of fifty million?
Is this a flower?
Or ginseng?
Not wanting the two to clash again, she turned to Jin Zhijian to see him off, "Mr. Jin, my boyfriend and I have something to discuss. Please go ahead and leave!"
Jin Zhijian was unable to swallow his pride. Had Long Fei been some high-ranking official's son or a rich heir, he wouldn't have said anything.
But to have this security guard steal away his goddess?
He stood unmoved, throwing the Blue Enchantress onto the coffee table, and said with a tight face to Long Fei, "Fine, my flower isn't even fit to carry shoes for your flower. Then prove it to me. If you can't prove it, I'm sorry. I will never hand Yingying over to you, a deadbeat who can't even lie properly!"
"Deadbeat?"
