Facing the gaze of the opulent young man, Qing Ling gently bit her red lip, her bare little feet withdrawing back under her skirt.
Luo Feng frowned slightly and said to Qing Ling, "We're leaving."
"Wait a moment!"
The opulent young man, seeing Luo Feng intending to leave, gave a cold laugh. With a wave of his hand, his four followers immediately filed out, blocking their path.
Luo Feng stopped, his cold gaze fixed on the opulent young man. He calmly asked, "Do you need something?"
The opulent young man's heated gaze swept over Qing Ling before turning to Luo Feng. "I want to make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?" Luo Feng asked coldly.
The opulent young man pointed at Qing Ling, looking down on them condescendingly as he said, "She's a slave, right? Name your price. She's mine."
