Sister Ning's smile at the bottom of her eyes gradually cooled down, "Since you've already said that I've gone to such lengths, do you really think a mere five million is enough to buy Shen Jun's freedom?"
"Then make it ten million," Yi Xian still had that condescending attitude, "I can't be bothered to quibble with you, out of respect for Old Li's face, consider it charity, and don't let yourself lose too much face."
Sister Ning's smile became even colder, her tone carrying a hint of scorn, "I'm really curious, what exactly did Shen Jiangqing give you to have you scampering over here to clean up her big brother's mess? Even Li Lingyang hasn't come to me to drop the lawsuit, yet here you are, even more eager than him?"
Yi Xian, managing to restrain his anger, narrowed his eyes with disdain.