Shen Mingyue turned her head and her face fell. She found an excuse to leave Shen Heng.
"I told you I don't have ten million."
"Shen Mingyue, I might not want the ten million, but I need your help." Jiang Yuxin entered with Boss Huang, her body covered in scars—all at a cost. Boss Huang wasn't picky about meat or vegetables, and he didn't care whether Jiang Yuxin was infamous or not, as it had nothing to do with a woman's body.
As long as she served him well, nothing else mattered.
Jiang Yuxin pleaded with Boss Huang to bring her here, seeing it as a great opportunity to re-enter high society. She also brought some fine goods. Perhaps she could latch onto someone influential here; many men keep women like canaries, not caring about the woman's reputation.
But when she got out of the car, she saw a figure and changed her mind.
"What do you want me to help you with?"
Shen Mingyue said, swallowing her anger.
