"You don't owe me anything." Feng said, holding Liou Rumei's hand.
Liou Rumei blinked, and Feng continued, "Rumei, do you remember what you said when we first met at the Butterfly Overturning City Club?"
"What did I say?" Liou Rumei looked at him with a smile.
"Back then, I didn't care at all about Qingcheng International. You know, what I cared about was you. You were so beautiful and irresistible, and you often seduced me."
"Did I?" Liou Rumei blinked innocently.
Feng smacked her on the butt again: "No matter what you said back then, remember this: Qingcheng International is yours, but you are mine."
"So, use Qingcheng International's funds however you want, no need to consult me. As long as I have you, that's enough."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll end up bankrupt and we'll have to live under a bridge?"
Liou Rumei giggled.
"Fine, then we'll bring more blankets when the time comes."
