"Well, by then I'll have to really admire the Ninth Master's magnificence."
Actually, Zi Ye nearly gagged at her own cutesy act.
But she had no choice, since Ding Chunqiu had a taste for this sort of thing.
"You must nourish yourself well these next few days, tell me if you need money, I'll give you a few hundred thousand more to spend. Plump up a bit, the Ninth Master likes that even more."
Ding Chunqiu, the lecherous old fart, kept ogling Zi Ye's chest, nearly popping his eyes out.
Zi Ye pretended to be shy, lowered her head, and gently tapped on Ding Chunqiu's chest, "Ninth Master, you're so naughty, but I really like it."
Actually, Ding Chunqiu was well aware of Zi Ye's sudden change.
If he were so easily fooled, he wouldn't have amassed his wealth and status of today.
Now, what worried him most was whether Zi Ye knew the cause of her father's death years ago.
If that was the reason for her change, then Ding Chunqiu would truly feel uneasy.
