Wen Wan clenched her teeth tightly, glared at the man before her with hatred, and suddenly laughed, "Five minutes, a million? Isn't Mr. Mo at a loss?"
Mo Siluo slightly furrowed his brows, still unable to grasp the meaning behind her words, when he heard Rong Zifeng and Ling Xiangyu burst into laughter, unable to hold it back, "Five minutes? Hahaha—"
Rong Xiya blushed furiously nearby.
After Mo Siluo realized what was happening, his face immediately turned the color of liver.
"I need money, but even if I truly fall into a situation where I have to sell my body to survive, I would never choose you, Mr. Mo, because I am tired of your body," Wen Wan declared, not caring how disheveled she looked at the moment, her spine still straight, chin held high, deliberately speaking.
Mo Siluo's face changed, turning pale and then green as Wen Wan infuriated him.
