"Why should I believe you?" Wong Huacheng looked at Mu Yalan coldly.
Mu Yalan smiled and slowly sat up. She opened her red lips and said, "Mr. Wong, let's make a deal. How about it?"
"What deal?"
Seeing this, a trace of strangeness flashed in Mu Yalan's eyes. The smile at the corner of her mouth also became excited and excited. She clenched her hands tightly and secretly calmed down. "Give me two hundred thousand. I will send Xia Qinglee to your bed. If the matter is successful, I want you to promise me one thing. "
The coldness in Wong Huacheng's eyes dissipated, but there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes. "Miss Mu, do you think I am that kind of person?"
Mu Yalan laughed and looked at Wong Huacheng with disdain. Her face did not show it. "Mr. Wong, no man would refuse. To you, two hundred thousand is nothing. If you can get a woman you like, why not? Don't you think so?"