Unsatisfied, Li Xiuming leaned against the door, watching Chen Rong descend from upstairs.
This meal, he really hadn't had his fill, nor could he stomach anymore, even his German Shepherd had been frightened into hiding.
Li Xiuming sighed, "How much does it cost to hold an art exhibition in Harbor City?"
"Huang Zhengwei advanced sixty million," Chen Rong paused, then turned to respond.
Li Xiuming laughed, "What a laugh, sixty million is enough for countless spineless people to kneel and wag their tails. Why not invest that in me? I'll personally pour him a drink tonight, let him win a few rounds at pool."
"Your master has found a real tough little sweetheart, that much I've noticed," Chen Rong commented.
"Sixty million just for an airing of grievances?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Chen Rong warned expressionlessly.
