"If you keep sleeping, the three billion will be gone."
Chu Junming's handsome face was covered with a layer of chill, his brows furrowed, and he raised his voice in a cold tone.
Bai Qingling, who was having a pleasant dream, was startled awake by him.
Her wide-open eyes were filled with confusion, "Why gone? Oh, are we home?"
"We're home, get out of the car."
Young Master Chu was in a gloomy mood.
He spoke to Bai Qingling with a sour face, then opened the car door and got out.
Leaving Bai Qingling on the seat, she looked at him flustered as he slammed the car door.
"Did he eat explosives?"
She pursed her lips, got out of the car for the three billion.
After a nap, she didn't feel so uncomfortable.
Bai Qingling rubbed her temple with one hand and slowly walked toward Chu Junming, who was already standing at the villa entrance.
"Why have such a stern face? I didn't owe you three billion."
Mentioning the three billion.
