Chapter 129 How About I Put Up Ten Million?

• On the other side, Samantha dragged Lin Siming out of the mall at a half-run.
• Never mind that his voice was wheezing; he snapped, pissed off, “Jiao’er, let’s go find your boss, Brother Dong!”
• The moment Zhang Jiaoyan heard that, she flung Lin Siming’s hand away and cursed, face full of contempt. “Pah! Lin Siming, I didn’t think you were this useless. You got your face turned into a pig’s head and didn’t get a cent. Now you want me to beg Brother Dong to avenge you? Dream on!”