"But I'm not short on cash," Song Yun boasted, "I have so much money that I don't even know how much there is. You better think of something else."
"This...this..." Zimo fell silent. Usually, when there was trouble, the three words 'I'll give you money' would resolve everything. But today, it seemed that wasn't going to work.
"I can give you the best woman, very beautiful and good at taking care of people. Most importantly, she's seductive inside and out," Zimo tried to tempt Song Yun.
Song Yun slapped him across the face and cursed, "If that woman is so great, you've definitely been with her before. Do you want to make me wear a cuckold's green hat?"
After stomping on Zimo's face twice, Song Yun moved away and dragged him by the collar to the sofa like a dead dog. Glancing at Wu Xin, who was still asleep, he ordered, "Strip."
