C98 You Can't Trust My Aesthetics

With that, Chen Leedong hung up. The woman in his embrace came up and hugged his neck before giving him a kiss. She smiled and said, "Look, Mr. Chen doesn't even care about fifty thousand yuan."

Chen Leedong smiled vulgarly and touched the woman's waist. "Pfft!" Fifty thousand is nothing. You can have a million lord, so just wait on him. There's no lack of you. "

"Ah, Mr. Chen