Anti-ballistic clothings and Prison industries

Ling Qingyu's circle had improved beyond the ordinary since she met Yang Qingyue and Gu Yi.

Interacting with Gu Yi brought many benefits if she thought deeply. So, she had no right to blame anyone for the scenario of her chips being robbed.

"We'll see where the fashion armors take us," said Ling Qingyu. "Let's discuss another important deal that I've talked about with your daughter."

"My daughter?" Gu Yi remarked oddly.

"Do you want me to explicitly state her as my wife?" Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes.

"You better solve your own crisis before thinking about marriage. And please, I'll happily accept the title as long as you control your lust," Gu Yi said with a frown.

"Ahem, please, Mother. Give me some face. I wouldn't be this embarrassed if I had achieved so many successes in love," Ling Qingyu complained.

"Tsk… as expected, your skin is as thick as a city wall." Gu Yi clicked her tongue. "Now, what's the deal?"