Chu Yao stared at him without blinking.
Her gaze grew colder and colder.
The man, under her gaze, inexplicably felt like he might be shot at any moment.
"Chu..."
"Isn't it just about money?" Chu Yao scoffed lightly, "How much, a million?"
Wow!
Don't you start bidding with five figures?
Do celebrities make such generous offers?
"Ten million?"
Chu Yao furrowed her eyebrows.
The man's eyes widened.
She frowned even deeper, "Twenty million?"
He'd never seen so much money in his life!
At this price, Chu Yao saw he still hadn't agreed and thought he must be top-level, including separate fees for services rendered and outing fees.
"Thirty..."
"Miss Chu!"
The man, excited, wanted to embrace her but dared not, so he clenched his fists, "Twenty million is enough, it's really enough, I..."
He gritted his teeth, "I'm willing to serve you!"
If worse comes to worst, he would quit after this one job—this deal was enough for him to retire.
