"Is there anything else you haven't yet tried? Show me everything you've got." Beitang Yao drew out a cigar, and the beautiful woman beside him lit it with a smile.
Xia Qingqian was stunned. Why did Beitang Yao become even colder upon seeing her in this outfit? It wasn't even her idea to dress this way; Mu Liubing had insisted she wear this to meet Beitang Yao, assuring her he would help.
Had something gone wrong?
"Young Master Beitang, I really need the money!" Xia Qingqian swallowed her pride and endured Beitang Yao's unrestrained ridicule and mockery. She was willing to bear an eternal infamy if it meant having a chance—she didn't have the luxury of time for hesitation. Mr. Xia was still waiting for her to save his life!
"Drink that glass of wine on the table, and I'll immediately write you a check!" Beitang Yao looked down at her, lying prostrate like an ant beneath his feet, and spoke coldly.
