Tang Zhiluo clutched the fabric at her side.
Of course, she wanted the next order. If Mr. DK worked with her regularly, bringing in one order each month, she could earn seven to eight hundred thousand a year just by doing business with Mr. DK. Who wouldn't want such a deal?
So she took a deep breath, decided to toughen up and go for it.
After all, Mr. DK was going back to his country the day after tomorrow, and they wouldn't have many chances to meet in the future, so she wasn't afraid of being teased by them!
She straightened her spine and stood up, and when Mo Beicheng saw her resolute eyes, his blood boiled.
What a woman, willing to risk her life for her career!
"But how do I go down?" Tang Zhiluo sneaked a peek below the bungee platform, could not even see the lake, only a vast expanse of fog, and she was so scared that she closed her eyes, still very frightened.