"Zheng!"
Yang Yiyi, standing nearby, hadn't expected Qin Zheng to say such a thing in front of her. What position did he think he was in?
She was so angry that she trembled all over, wishing she could rush up and scratch Mu Anran to death.
Qin Zheng didn't turn his head and continued to stare at Mu Anran, "Well, what do you think?"
Mu Anran lifted her head, her beautiful eyes full of calm indifference, "If it were someone else, I might consider it, but you...
She paused, disgust flashing across her face, "Sorry, but I find you disgusting."
"Disgusting?" Qin Zheng's face turned pale, his eyes nearly spitting fire, "I'm disgusting? Do you think this woman who sells her body is any cleaner?"
Mu Anran glanced at her wrist that he had grabbed, pulled out a tissue with disdain, and wiped it, "Even if I'm not clean, I still find you disgusting. Is there a problem with that?"
"You damned woman..."
