"He said after I leave you, he'll start pursuing me. He thinks he's not inferior to you. He said I definitely won't suffer a huge loss if I leave you. What do you think? Should I accept his proposal?" Song Ning asked with a hint of a smile in her voice.
"Song Ning, listen carefully! Chase him out! Where's Jiahui? Is Jiahui around?" Mu Chen could hardly conceal the anger in his voice.
"Hey, I'm here, President Mu." Jiahui hurriedly moved closer to Song Ning. She did not mind the trouble at all.
"200,000 yuan. Jiahui, chase that damn Ye Cheng out. I'll be there shortly!" Mu Chen said through gritted teeth.
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"Alright! Don't worry!" Following that, Jiahui looked to the left and the right. After Jiahui said that, she looked left and right. Then, she picked up a sphygmomanometer that someone had left on the desk and repeatedly smacked it against her palm as she said, "Hey, that woman's brother, someone said he'll give me 200,000 yuan as long as I chase you out? What do you think?"
Although Ye Cheng was embarrassed when Song Ning called Mu Chen, he quickly regained his composure. As expected of the Young Master of the Ye family. Faced with Jiahui's threatening words, he smiled and raised his hands to surrender. "Miss, we can negotiate. I'll raise the price..."
Jiahui smiled sweetly as she said, "I'm sorry, sir. I only accept jobs from my employer."
Ye Cheng's smile stiffened.
At this moment, Song Ning said, "Sir, please leave. I'm not interested in your proposal. If there's anything else, you can speak to Mu Chen directly or ask Miss Ye Xin to speak to Mu Chen. We've already been to the police station once; don't tell me you want to go again?"
Ye Cheng sighed. "Miss Song Ning, listen to me. You really aren't my sister's match. Ever since we were young, there hasn't been anything my sister wanted that she didn't get. I really came to see you with a sincere heart. I don't want you to be hurt because of their matters."
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