Chapter 1868 My Fingers Are Getting Tired
- Wang Dongxue's expression turned grim as a bad feeling crept up on her.
- Am I going to lose? If so, I'll have to compensate him three million? I don't have that kind of money even if I sell everything I have.
- Wang Dongxue looked anxious, and her heart was racing rapidly. She was extremely afraid of losing to her rival because it would cause her to be bankrupt. To Wang Dongxue, four million worth of sales and gifts was an unimaginably huge sum. She could never pay back the amount.