Lu Chenyuan smiled indifferently and said, "Are you threatening me?"
Zhao Wan'er had always believed in the saying, fortune favors the bold, while the meek will starve. If the opponent was ruthless, she had to be even more so.
"How dare I, just a nobody struggling at the bottom. My deal with Lu Mingxun has to count for something; I can't end up with nothing, not even money. Five million is beneath the Lu Family's status. As for the pros and cons, Mr. Lu should weigh them carefully."
Lu Chenyuan raised the car window, unwilling to see Zhao Wan'er's face any longer. He was certain that in two days, she would still be hanging around.
Her intentions were clear; she thought what she held could touch his interests and wanted a personal cash machine.
Ultimately, she was still too young to choose the easy way out.