"Of course, I will still give you the money I promised, Lady Mi. Congratulations, you have also made quite a lot tonight."
After saying this, Feng Yueming indifferently pulled back his sleeve and left.
...
Once the man left, Mi Yao quickly sat up, not bothering to wipe away the tears on her face. She frantically straightened her clothing, afraid that he might return.
Although she had braced herself to sell her body, if given another chance, she would not do it!
She truly despised that man so much!
Being with him was like being tortured; every moment spent together felt suffocating.
Although she did not secure the two million, Mi Yao felt relieved. She wouldn't have been happy with the two million obtained by selling her body.
She went to find Sister Yan, who kindly gave her two hundred thousand.
Two hundred thousand.