Fu Qiyuan's action of pinching his brow paused slightly, as a cold and fierce light flashed deep in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
The deep voice carried a chill from the depths of Hell, making everyone feel a sinister cold creeping up their spine, causing them to shiver.
Mo Shangjie rattled off the details of the situation in just a few sentences, his tone filled with righteous indignation, more agitated than if his own wife had been stolen from him.
"Damn it, what does he want to do? Is he throwing a tantrum over a beauty? Or does he want to play the hero to win my sister-in-law's heart with a grand gesture? Fifty million, fifty million, Boss, you absolutely cannot lose to him. I've already checked; that guy is just a nobody in the entertainment industry with no background. It's easy to deal with him, but the most important thing now is how to win back my sister-in-law's affection. So, Boss, do you want to start by throwing a few billion at her?"
