C92 Wild Fighting Team

"What does that even mean?"

Zhang Tinglei, taken aback, responded with biting sarcasm, "That million-plus was forked over for Tang Xueqi's sake. You? You're not even worth the change."

"It's still worth something."

Zhang Qiaoli let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Young Master Zhang, are you kidding me? I'm still more than willing to pay to have this kid taken out."

Her face set in a frosty glare