C173 Whose Child Was It

A woman's detestable face was printed on the smooth marble floor. On a soft chair not far away, Murong Qing's fingers were tapping on the table, as if he was plotting something interesting.

"You said you wanted me to help you. Then what right do you have to ask me to help? I am a businessman, there is a deal between me and a businessman. " Murong Qing said.

"I have. . . " Bai Wei hurriedly said