Hand Over the Formula to Let Them Produce

"You don't trust me?" Yuan Lifei feigned anger as he spoke.

Jiang Yexun smirked faintly, his lips curving slightly. "It's not about whether we trust you or not. The point is, if you want to sell the Whitening Pill and Moisture Pill, you have to get your supply from us."

"You'll never earn much that way. But if you partner with me, you'll rake in a fortune without lifting a finger," Yuan Lifei continued, throwing out a tempting offer.

Su Xiaoxiao, however, had always believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch. She had been suspicious earlier, but now she was absolutely certain that this man standing before her had ill intentions.

She chose not to speak, and Jiang Yexun remained silent either. They both merely stared coldly at Yuan Lifei.