His gaze grew deeper.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes lightly trembled, stained with teardrops, yet unaware of how even more enticing she appeared in her tearful state.
Qiao Mo's nerves were taut, her whole being on the verge of collapse.
Was he planning to take her here?
Or did he simply want to humiliate her!
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, instinctively pressing the third button, and she stood up all at once, stumbling back a few steps.
Fu Nancheng's gaze became colder, as he looked at Qiao Mo and slowly said, "Since that's the case, Miss Qiao, let's go with the market price. The market price for Zhaoran's surgery is fifty million. If the money is in place within three days, he will accept the surgery."
Qiao Mo covered her chest with one hand, her eyes red as she stared at him for a long time, finally turning to run out of the private room without saying a word.
"Haha, Third Brother, you really scared her." Yan Jiu teased as he spoke.
