“You…bastard. My 10 million yuan! That’s 10 million yuan! You actually burn 10 million yuan…”

Zhao Ruxue is furious. She pounces on Li Yong, waving her hands like a wild cat that is fighting. She tries to grab the book madly but fails. Then she shouts angrily, “You must compensate me. Bastard, compensate me.”

“Okay, I’ll compensate you. Tell me, do you want me to compensate you by accompanying you to take a shower or by having massage with you?” ...