C42 I'm Waiting for You Here

Van Qiuling's face, meticulously made up, was poised before Tang Ye. Despite her age, she exuded an undeniable allure. A slight smile graced her lips, revealing a set of pearly whites.

"State your terms, little brother."

Tang Ye looked at Van Qiuling with a wry smile. "Ms. Van, my terms are straightforward. It's a mere trifle for you. Just say the word