It's Zhao Junxi.
"I'm all for it. How about it, Mr. Shen, you give it to me? This booth is still mine, you know."
Rong Qingqing kicked Zhao Junxi, "If you're so generous, stop dawdling and hurry up!"
"What's the rush? Once I receive a seven-figure sum, I'll give you a hundred bucks right away." Zhao Junxi lifted his foot, dodging Rong Qingqing's second kick.
Shamelessly, Rong Qingqing was still outmatched by Zhao Junxi.
And Shen Jue.
Watching Rong Qingqing, still lying on the ground glaring at Zhao Junxi, he felt a stifled breath in his chest.
Shen Jue now understood exactly what that saying meant.
People can really be angered to death by others.
And Rong Qingqing's ability to infuriate others is unparalleled.
Shen Jue moved forward a little with a cold face, then bent down, scooped Rong Qingqing up from the ground, and placed her on his lap, then turned the wheelchair around heading back to Shen Manor.
