The prince didn't even know how he left; after all, he was carried out because he really didn't have any strength left in his body, slumped in the chair. Not to say he was almost breathless, but even breathing was a struggle.
This tolerance for pain, truly weak, Li Yifei moved to the side, making way for the prince, looking at the seemingly dying prince, thinking that in less than a month, he earned 20 billion US dollars, and wasn't too thrilled. Now there's a chance to get another 10 billion US dollars, and he still wasn't too excited.
Unmoved by honor or disgrace, indifferent to joy or sorrow, look at this psychological quality of mine…
After the prince left, Li Yifei glanced at Sashar, the latter had already restrained his wealthy demeanor, because next to Li Yifei, he really couldn't count as a tycoon.
"Let's go back," Li Yifei said.
