"How many digits are in all your savings?"
"Haven't you noticed that from the beginning to the end, I haven't made a single move?"
"If I operated like you, do you really think you and your artists would still have room to survive?"
"Don't you go online usually?"
"Don't you know who my dad is?"
"Guess how many lifetimes could you live off the wealth that casually slips through my fingers?"
"You dare to threaten me, really think I don't have a temper?"
Qin Yulong was full of imposing energy.
The sense of superiority she had was cultivated since she was young.
Dai Yang had made some money over the years and had a certain status in the company.
But in front of someone like Qin Yulong, his presence naturally fell short by a head.
Faced with Qin Yulong's nine consecutive questions, he couldn't come up with a single word in response.
