Cheng Lyu was even more agitated. Her pretty face was already redder, but now it was even redder. "No, I can do it in another way!"
"You choose these two ways. I'll eat them every morning, so the cost of each meal won't be less than 200,000 yuan. Are you sure you want to treat me to dinner for a month?" Gong Yexiao raised his eyebrows and looked at her. After that, he narrowed his eyes and said, "However, you don't have to bear any burden. I can give you some first, and then you can count the amount of money you owe me in a month."
A number of six million immediately appeared in Cheng Lyuyue's head. She was going to spit out blood.
"What if... if I don't agree to any of the two things?" Cheng Lyuyue wanted to try to deny it.
"Cheng Laiyue, where is your credit?" The man stared at her with contempt.