"I'm here for the tickets, give them to me, and I'll leave immediately." Mo Huasong extended his right hand.
Seeing Mo Huasong's arrogantly smug face, Xiao Jie wished she could hit him directly with her high heels.
What made Xiao Jie even angrier was that Mo Huasong blurted out, "You cannot dine with that Lao Zhiming."
"Why not? The man has paid ten million." Xiao Jie responded, her voice trembling slightly from her anger: "You said I like money, right? Alright, give me one billion, and I won't only dine with you, I'll also give you two VIP tickets."
In fact, Xiao Jie had had several VIP tickets on her. She had been carrying them all along, without giving them out to anyone, nor selling them. As for the reason why, only she knew.
"One billion for a meal?" The shock turned the young masters' faces pale. Was this meal too expensive?
Even if Xiao Jie were to spend a night, it wouldn't require so much money.