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At this moment, not only Hong Yuhai's face was ugly, but even Wang Jiaying, who seemed desperate to glue herself to Ye Xiao, had a nearly twisted expression.
Previously, she had already argued with the store's salesperson over being called "Miss."
And...
Ye Xiao's words were more than simply calling her "Miss."
"Can't you speak properly, huh? Think you're not afraid to offend anyone just because you have some stinking money?" Hong Yuhai advanced with a grim face.
He only owned a small company, indeed, but he did know some people in the underworld.
Their relationships might not be ironclad, but if the price was right, there were plenty of people who would take the job to buy Ye Xiao's life.
"I may not have as much money as you, but if I decide to spend a few million to purchase one of your arms, I'm sure there will be plenty of people willing to come to me for that."
