Ling Wanru narrowed her eyes, smiling like a little fox. She walked toward Ding Fan with the whip in hand, laughing as she said, "Are you afraid people will start coveting you? Or afraid of being found out and scolded by the Eleven Royal Families? Do you want me to sell it for you? You trust me this much, aren't you afraid I'll leak the news? Not worried I'll swallow all your Spiritual Materials for myself? Or even skim off your share of Black Obsidian?"
Ding Fan spread his hands and said to Ling Wanru, "I don't have many friends. You're one of the very few, and the only one who can actually help me. I can only rely on you. I won't let you help me for nothing—I'll give you ten percent of the Black Obsidian on every deal. If… if you end up swallowing it all, then I can only say I was just unlucky."
"Hehehehe~"
