“How much does it cost to go to Wei Ya Garden, Master?”Ye Zao raised his eyebrows slightly, walked around to the other side, opened the door of the passenger seat, and leaned in.
Cen Shaoqing’s thin lips opened slightly. “It doesn’t cost much. You just have to give yourself to me.”
“TSK.”Ye Zao raised his eyebrows slightly. “Are you a human trafficker?”
“Only you.”Cen Shaoqing opened his mouth slowly and said in a low tone.
Ye Zhuo chuckled and took out his phone. He told the designated driver to drive the car back and the fee was transferred directly.
“Have you drunk?”Cen Shaoqing continued to ask.
“Yes.”Ye Zhuo gestured. “I drank just a little.”
“Are you sure it’s just a little, not a hundred million?”Cen Shaoqing looked back and asked.
“It’s not that exaggerated.”Ye Zhuo leaned against the back of the chair and narrowed his eyes. “I only drank a few cocktails.”