Qiao Mo was slightly startled, her eyes reddening as she looked at him.
Three nights ago, his implication was clear: if she was willing to be with him once, he would agree to Qin Zhaoran's request for Xiao Xuan's surgery.
Now, what does this mean...?
As if seeing through her thoughts, he spoke in a low voice, slowly, "That was the past. You should know, things that are offered too easily are never worth much."
Her hand clutched tightly at her collar.
Could it be that he changed his mind?
If he changed his mind!
What will happen to Xiao Xuan then?
Qiao Mo had never been so afraid that he might not want her, even though her appearance here was not her original intention: "Mr. Fu..."
A bit of ash from the cigarette at his fingertips fell, drifting down her body from the hand that was pinching her chin.
"Fifty million, I want you for a year."
Qiao Mo's heart trembled violently as she looked at the man in front of her in shock.
A year.
