"Then serve me well. If you don't, your Mu Family won't get the 1 billion yuan betrothal gift," Bo Sishen said, lifting his hand and tightly hooking her small shoulder, his deep voice saying.
"Ouch!"
With his arm draped down, her thin body sunk, and she cried out.
"Hey, Bo Sishen, be careful! Why are you putting all your weight on me!"
If she hadn't spent time with her grandpa in the military camp, she really wouldn't have been able to bear his weight.
"Call me husband!"
Bo Sishen's voice deepened, correcting her address.
"Bo Sishen, if you dislike me so much, then let's get a divorce. That way, you won't have to worry about me having ulterior motives for your damn betrothal gift."
Mu Shini raised her voice a few decibels, speaking unhappily.
After all, it was Mu Yanfu and Wen Chunlan who wanted the money, not herself.
Moreover, that betrothal gift wouldn't end up in her hands, not even a single cent.
