"Wood~?" Ling Qianxue, who had been sleeping soundly, was woken by the noise. She rubbed her eyes.
"It's… 2 a.m.? Are you some kind of Night Owl War God? Don't you need to rest? What's so important that you have to talk about it now?"
In her voice, Ling Qianxue's grumpiness in the morning was gradually getting out of her control.
"A business deal worth hundreds of billions. If you don't come now, then we won't talk about it."
Qin Mu replied indifferently.
"Heh~ Hundreds of billions?
Ling Qianxue scoffed and said grudgingly, "Whatever, I don't discuss anything when I'm sleeping. Forget hundreds of billions—even if it's—"
Halfway through her sentence—
Ling Qianxue suddenly shivered, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her, instantly sobering her up.
"No! How much did you say?"
"Hundreds of billions~?"
Qin Mu said with equanimity, "Yes. At least hundreds of billions."
Pfft!!!
Instantly, Ling Qianxue spat out a mouthful of air.
