"Luo Ling, how could you, how could you do this?"
Luo Shenyu glared at Luo Miao with resentment, his eyes bloodshot.
"They are your parents. As a younger generation, you..."
"Mom and Dad? Juniors?" Luo Miao seemed to have heard something unbelievable.
"Are you sure you're talking about someone named Luo Miao, and not someone named Luo Shenyu?"
Luo Shenyu choked.
"you..."
Luo Ling waved her hand unhappily.
"Why are you making such a fuss? You were just trying to seduce my man, and now you're trying to curry favor with him."
"If you're sick, go get treatment. If you don't have money, I don't mind sponsoring you some. Anyway, my man has plenty of money."
The powerful man's praise of Luo Miao once again smoothed out Wen Qi's ego.
I felt great standing up for his little rascal.
"I will arrange for you to go to the best hospital, use the best medicine, and enjoy the best treatment."
Luo Miao's eyes sparkled as she kissed the man's face hard.
mua~
"Darling, you're so kind, Xiaoyu. Hurry up and thank your brother-in-law."
After getting annoyed by Luo Shenyu, he magnanimously took over his own words.
"Never mind, you don't look well, so I won't bother you anymore. Remember to let me know if you need money."
Pulling Wen Qi along, she said, "Let's go, we're hungry."
Wen Qi was a little angry and glared at Luo Miao: "Why are you only saying this now?"
Although displeased, he walked very quickly.
Luo Shenyu felt a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe.
Being stuck in traffic is extremely uncomfortable.
They could only watch helplessly as the person who had turned the banquet into a mess swaggered away.
Scratching the skin with fingernails.
The rich second-generation who started the trouble.
Only then did he suddenly breathe a sigh of relief and plop down on the ground.
Just now, just now he thought...
"ah!"
A hand suddenly reached out in front of him, startling him.
"If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. Let's see if you dare to steal my checks and clothes again next time. Remember to compensate me."
Luo Miao snatched the check from the other person's hand and used it to pat the other person's face.
"Do you understand?"
The rich kid nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand."
"Then you know how much time you should spend with me, right?"
Luo Ling continued to ask.
The rich kid wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tentatively asked, "Six million?"
"Hehe..." Luo Ling sneered.
"That seven million?"
Luo Ling continued to laugh.
The rich kid started trembling all over, and his tongue was even a little hard to understand.
"One, one thousand, ten million?"
Luo Ling's smile softened a bit, but she still concealed a soft, ruthless edge.
"Twenty million, twenty million."
The rich kid couldn't take it anymore and screamed, looking terrified.
This time, Luo Ling was finally satisfied.
He patted him on the shoulder and praised him earnestly.
"That's right, their ideological awareness is very high."
"I originally only wanted you to pay double, but since you think it should be 20 million, I can't refuse your kind offer."
He held out his hand: "Where's the check?"
The wealthy second-generation parents are always ready to step in.
He quickly took the filled-out check and respectfully handed it to Luo Miao.
He kept being careful and attentive.
Luo Miao accepted it with a smile.
I got up with light steps, feeling so happy I was almost humming a song.
Upon seeing the person waiting at the door, he ran over.
He proudly waved the check in his hand like a prized possession.
"Honey, look what I've earned! Aren't I incredibly capable?"
Wen Qi paused for a second, then replied against his conscience.
"...Yes, she's exceptionally capable."
Especially in the bandit industry.
My gaze inadvertently fell on his sleeve.
The unique permanent makeup caught his attention.
"Luo Xiaoling, your shirt..."
Luo Ling's nerves tightened, and he hurriedly spoke.