Lu Wanwan turned her head, "What did you say?"
"How much money do you want."
This time, he spoke one word at a time, very clearly.
Lu Wanwan looked at him in surprise, unable to read anything from those cool and thin eyes, only feeling that the light within them was dim and profound.
Was Gu Annan offering her money? Or was he asking this question just to humiliate her?
If it were before, her pride would never allow herself to bow her head. But now, her temper had long been worn down over the years.
The contemptuous looks, the mocking tone, these things could no longer hurt her.
"Two hundred thousand..." she said cautiously.
Gu Annan gazed at her, his pale face contrasting sharply with his scattering black hair.
Her gaze darted away, her rosy lips pressed tight and trembling slightly, stubbornness and endurance struggling in her eyes.
"Even if you shoot ten times with Bai Lingyun, you won't earn two hundred thousand."
"I know."
