“Two hundred thousand yuan. If you can mess this up, I’ll give you this much more.”
The little boy held up five fingers and looked at her with a grin.
“Wow, fifty thousand?”
“No, five hundred thousand,” the little boy said, shaking his head.
And so, she was tricked by the adorable little kid into going inside, where she ran into him...
He parted his thin lips and said coldly, “What, do you know me?”
But she replied...
“Aren’t you the richest man in Long City, the widower who supposedly kills every bride on her wedding night?”
“You’ve killed several wives. Most of them came from distinguished families. They could have lived perfectly good lives. If they hadn’t married you, they wouldn’t have died so young, would they?”
