Xiao Qingcang, who had been viciously ridiculed, suddenly gripped her wrist, trying to salvage some face with a joke. "If I give you the Wei Hang right now, will you immediately become my woman?"
He was too rough, too nasty, which made Shen Hanqian even angrier, and little flames flickered in her eyes. "Do you really want to keep me as a mistress?"
It seemed like a joke, but he was also serious. "Hmm-hmm! If I didn't have an ulterior motive, I wouldn't waste so much time on you. Do you think I'm so free every day that I have plenty of time to fool around with women!"
Shen Hanqian mocked with a challenging smile. "If you really want to keep me, you'll have to spend more money. If you really want to keep me, you should at least give me eight billion!"
"Eight billion? You really don't have a small appetite!" Xiao Qingcang laughed sardonically.
His expression seemed to say, 'You really don't know your own worth.'