Gurgle!
Wang Mengmeng swallowed hard, thinking weakly to herself, "A million? This guy is actually so rich? To easily make so much money with just a project?"
Thinking about herself, she felt her face go red with embarrassment at having just indignantly claimed she would pay him fifty or even a hundred thousand for medical expenses.
If it wasn't for this strange illness, which the big hospitals couldn't cure, she wouldn't be here begging Zhang Xiaohao.
Pausing for a moment, Wang Mengmeng tried to calm her agitated heart.
"What do you want? What will it take for you to help me?" Wang Mengmeng asked.
"You're not too stupid. It's not impossible for me to help you, but you have to agree to a condition," Zhang Xiaohao said without hesitation.
He had considered this the moment Wang Mengmeng had arrived.
Now, the medicinal materials had been purchased, and the sales channels were ready.
Once the skincare tonic was prepared, it would be the day it went on sale at the Paris Spring.
