C4

Judging from Chiang Zihan's performance just now, he … It shouldn't do anything to me, right …

I glanced weakly in the direction of the bathroom and slowly exhaled the smoke. The sound of running water stopped, and I took a deep drag on my cigarette and blew it out, then leaned against the window as if nothing had happened.

The sound of the door opening could be heard. I suppressed my disorderly mood and put on my usual attitude towards customers before turning around to look at Chiang Zihan.

Strictly speaking, to use a customer to describe his place in my heart is not inappropriate, rather it is appropriate.

He walked over while wiping his hair and asked in a low voice, "How much is it?"

He looked as if nothing had happened.

"Five hundred."

"Five hundred?" He looked up at me, pushed back the covers, and sat down on the bed.

"If she doesn't bother me any longer, she'll forget about blackmailing me. Based on her appearance, she could only be given four hundred yuan. "The extra 100 is the medical fee. Treat her face well when we go back."

I watched his face with a cold expression and spoke slowly.

Chiang Zihan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as he sized me up. He said with a playful expression, "As expected of the Public Relations' manager, his words and actions are really watertight."

Although he was smiling, his eyes were abnormally cold, and there was a faint hint of patience in them.

My heart instantly tightened, and I could only muster 120% of my strength to deal with it. Before I did this, I knew he wouldn't let me off so easily.

Fortunately, after so many years of climbing and rolling around, I still have some psychological foundation for my current situation. Even though he could feel the oppressive aura, he was still able to maintain a calm expression.

"Do you know how much I spent on her? Before she can get the money back, you're messing things up. You'll give me the money I lost, right? "

"As far as I know, she signed a contract with you for five years. The contract hadn't expired yet, so with her conditions, she didn't dare to break the contract. If she doesn't go to work tomorrow, that only means that someone has hired her tonight.

He made a derisive noise and raised his eyes to stare at me coldly. The feeling of oppression came closer and closer to me.

Just when I was getting scared from his stare, he slowly said, "Then how do we account for what just happened?"

"If you don't mind."

"I do." Before I could finish, he interrupted me. The words that had yet to come out were stuck in his throat. He couldn't go up or down.

I pursed my lips and looked at him under the pressure. "Then what do you want?"

"How much do you think you're worth?"

My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help frowning. He saw a trace of mocking in the depths of his eyes, as if he was waiting to see a good show.

I've been muddling along for so many years that I don't know how to write the word face anymore. Besides, Chiang Zihan was holding back his anger. If he didn't let him send it out now, then my future days wouldn't be good.

I put on a familiar foxy smile, walked to Chiang Zihan's side, narrowed my eyes and deliberately looked at him with a passionate gaze. I slowed down my tone and said, "I'll be worth as much as you say."