Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly, her delicate features highlighted by her slightly raised eyebrows, high-bridged nose, and the slight curve of her lips, exuding calmness. She twisted her fingers, which were starting to feel stiff, producing a cracking sound.
She stood up, stretched her waist, and smiled like a cat that had just stolen fish:
"To be safe, why don't you just transfer the money directly?"
Ouyang Yan gritted his teeth in anger, throwing all pretense of gentlemanly composure aside, and snarled:
"I kidnapped you, and you want me to transfer you money? If this gets out, how am I supposed to live this down?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, are you really going to play dirty? Your underlings are watching, how could you? What will they think of you in the future? Do you still want to be their boss? And in the future, what will people in this line of work say about you? Losing to a woman is one thing, but not paying your debts? How do you expect to hold your head up after that?"
