C280 Ten million is not enough?

The young master's face twisted, his expression becoming extremely gloomy and ashen. He snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a ruthless light.

Wang Yu ignored him and laughed, he sensed Wu Linger's faint direction and naturally held Wu Linger in his arms.

His hands were soft and smooth, almost to the point of melting.

His chest was pressed up against two soft lumps