Zhulong Shuang fell into contemplation. She kept weighing her gains and losses.
Wang Teng, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He sat calmly on a genuine leather sofa made from the skin of some kind of star beast, swaying his wine glass in his hand. His gaze seemed to be immersed in the golden liquid within the glass.
Zhulong Shuang felt annoyed for no reason when she saw his expression.
She could accept that he asked her for a large sum of points.
But, after throwing the problem to her, he acted as if he had nothing to do with it. This was infuriating.
If circumstances allowed, she would have even considered giving Wang Teng a beating. However, the initiative was in his hands.
Zhulong Shuang gritted her teeth and finally said, "400,000 points…"
She was interrupted before she could finish.
"No!"
Zhulong Shuang's expression froze. Veins bulged out on her forehead.
One could tell how frustrated she was.
Bastard!