Jiang Beiyu, with the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, suddenly laughed after hearing Su Nanzhi's words, "Compensation for selling myself? How much can you offer?"
Remembering their first profound meeting, Su Nanzhi slowly raised her hand, made a 'yeah' gesture, "Two hundred thousand."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
She truly offered that price.
"Earn two hundred thousand with just a kiss," Jiang Beiyu's voice rose, slightly teasing, "I'm quite valuable then."
Su Nanzhi: Absolutely.
This world has always been quite magical.
If it were according to Jiang Xiaoyu's logic, kissing Jiang Beiyu would be like kissing him, which would be like her kissing her own boyfriend, and now she's actually having to compensate for it.
"Not satisfied with two hundred thousand?" Su Nanzhi asked, very seriously.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
He gritted his teeth, "Satisfied, what's there for me not to be satisfied with that price?"
Su Nanzhi let out a sigh of relief.
