Thinking about the two billion he just spent, his heart was still bleeding. But since only seven hundred million came from him, this thought brought him some comfort.
Now asking him for more money felt like cutting out a piece of his heart.
"How much more do you want?"
Qiao Xiaren lay in Si Limo's arms, glanced at her nails, and said, "Six hundred million. Actually, that Lan Lan from your family isn't even worth this much. Consider the rest as cooling my anger, how about it, a good deal, isn't it?"
A good deal? With an expressionless face, Lan Tiansheng forced a smile. This woman's grudge-keeping ability was indeed first-rate. Including this six hundred million, she knocked thirteen hundred million out of him, the same amount he initially asked for.
The anger filled his entire chest; this feeling was suffocating.
The old man was watching him from the side; he couldn't possibly ignore Lan Lan. With gritted teeth, he said, "Fine, I'll pay. Just remember to release Lan Lan."
