"Young Master Lin, aren't your words a bit offensive to me?"
Chen Fang asked.
Lin Jie was indifferent.
He sneered, "Mr. Chen, since we've laid everything out, there's no need for pretense. I'll be upfront—you name your price, I can afford it."
"Then there's nothing for us to discuss."
Chen Fang saw Lin Jie still being the same.
He was about to turn and leave.
The young man who had come with him suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
"What does this mean?"
Chen Fang asked.
At this time, Lin Jie, having shed his facade, was no longer polite.
His face was full of disdain.
He took out a cigarette and tapped it on his fingernail, saying, "Mr. Chen, I said, you can name your price. I have more money than Xu Wanwan; the power she can give you, I can also provide; if you just have lustful desires, I have women of all kinds at my disposal. Whatever you like, I can send it to you."
