598 The Mystery of the Falsetto

"Why should I help cure your face?" Xia Ling cutely cocked her head to the side.

Nangong Qingya felt frustration build in her chest and felt like she was about to puke blood. This b*tch, how could she ask such a question?! If not for her, how could her face be in such a state?! However, since she was in a compromising position, she had to beg lowly regardless of how angry she felt. "Once you cure my face, that sixty billion is yours."

"How interesting…" Xia Ling laughed lightly. "Miss Nangong, you seem to have gotten it wrong… That sixty billion is money that you'd already owed me. How can you use my money to negotiate with me?"

This b*tch!

Nangong Qingya was on the verge of ripping Xia Ling to pieces, but she controlled herself, though her voice sounded a little strangled. "Then, what do you suggest I do?"