So Lost Without You

Five hundred million yuan was Ling Yun's bottom line. He wouldn't give any more leeway. Ling Yun was only letting them off easily because of their good attitude.

Ling Yun originally wanted each of them to leave a hand, erm… no, it was five hands and Zeng Yingying.

They couldn't help but admit they were in the wrong. They had lost in someone else's turf. Zeng Yingying paid Ling Yun two hundred million yuan, then Ling Yun forced her to write an IOU with her bloody handprint on it.

"Hmph! Be careful next time! I won't make things easy for you!"

Zeng Yingying pointed her finger at Ling Yun without wiping the red off her hand.

"Anytime…" Ling Yun laughed carelessly. He put the IOU away and regretted his suggestion immediately. What was the use of a handprint? A lip print could have been so much more practical.

Zeng Yingying quickly ran over to where Ling Yun was sitting and flipped the tiles over.