Mr. Yin was going to pay this sum of money for Lin Hai again?
Qianqian's heart felt a tumult of emotions.
She grabbed him abruptly and resisted, "Yin Moran..."
The back of her hand warmed; it was Yin Moran's large hand enveloping her small one.
His deep, dark eyes swept over to her, the corners of his lips curling into a slight arc, his handsome face radiating a calming certainty.
Qianqian ended up swallowing the words she hadn't spoken, simply raising her eyes to look at him, hesitant to speak.
Upon hearing Yin Moran's words, Lin Hai was already beside himself with excitement.
He rubbed his hands together, his face full of sycophancy, "Mr. Yin, about the money..."
"I'll give you ten million, but..."
Yin Moran's sensuous thin lips uttered a sentence that stunned everyone present.
Ten million?
Yin Moran had prepared ten million for Lin Hai?
Such a generous gesture!