"Fine. I'll return the money, but you have to give me some time—half a year at least," Xu Meng forced the words out. He had no choice but to comply. Inside, he was burning with rage, and his hands itched to destroy something.
"One month," Shentu Jing's gaze was impeccably cold.
Xu Meng was taken aback.
"Shentu Jing! Are you really that ruthless!?"
"Ruthless?" Shentu Jing scoffed at Xu Meng as if that were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "Compared to what you did to Little Pearl, this is only a small fraction."
"You!" Xu Meng's pupils shook with anger, and he looked like he was on the verge of going berserk.
But Shentu Jing only smiled—a cold, vicious smile, like a predator's—before leaving with Han Juexian without looking back.
Once alone, Xu Meng slumped in his chair.