"Young master Zhan, it seems that you are also interested in this broken tower. Then I will be generous and give it to you. But unfortunately, it seems that others are also interested in it, and you can't get it." Ling Chuxi didn't want Zhan Xucheng to give up just like that. That would be too meaningless, so she spoke sarcastically.
"Hmph, do I need you to give me something that I like?" Zhan Xucheng was already extremely unhappy, and after being sneered at by Ling Chuxi, he felt even more embarrassed.
Everyone could see that he had wanted to step on Ling Chuxi, but in the end, he was also stepped on his head. He was not any less glorious than Ling Chuxi.
"Six million." Zhan Xucheng was ruthless and directly added a whole number.
"Six million one hundred thousand." The middle-aged woman continued to shout.
"Seven million." Zhan Xucheng glared at the middle-aged woman and added another million.
"Seven million one hundred thousand."
"Eight million.