Ouyang Yan covered his face and stared at her, who was speaking with ease. That peculiar feeling, strange yet oddly unoffensive, surged within him once again.
She was absolutely incapable of making people dislike her—despite daring to slap him earlier. Watching her speak like this, without looking at him as though he were a freak, even at this point, she was still thinking about a deal.
Ouyang Yan looked at her with a half-smile: "You think I'll agree to this deal with you?"
Qin Miaomiao nodded. "You will. Thirty million. If you don't repay it, I'll be your creditor. And being in debt probably doesn't feel too great, right? Ouyang Yan, you're someone who takes the rules of the underworld seriously, aren't you? You wouldn't want people pointing at your backbone and cursing you, I assume?"
