"How about it? Do you agree to my conditions? If you still don't agree, I will make these photos public to the world..." Ling Haotian smiled calmly, not in a threatening manner.
"You!..." Nangong Ming was furious.
The inexplicable loss of her first kiss at the moat bridge was the thing that Nangong Minglu regretted most in her life.
If everyone on earth knew about it, would she still be alive?
Thinking about her idiotic look in the photo, she would feel ashamed to see others. If her brother and A Ding saw it, she would definitely go to Lan Yufei to fight for her life, and then cut Lan Yufei into pieces and throw them away.
Go to the Yangtze River to feed crocodiles or something.
Forget it, forget it, Lan Yufei still deserves death for his crime, in order to save his damn life, she, Nangong Minglu, would have sacrificed herself once more!
Aren't you just going to be a maid?
What's so great about it?
There is no distinction between high and low professions, as long as you make money!
Nangong Minglu sat back down opposite Ling Haotian and gave Ling Haotian a sweet smile, "Master Ling, congratulations, you won! I promised to be your personal maid. However, I want to remind you that on that day
Emperor Ming, you said that your salary can be determined by me, I believe you can still remember it, right?"
"Of course." Ling Haotian looked indifferent.
"That's good!" Nangong Minglu's smile became even sweeter. She decided to give Ling Haotian a good thumbs up first, and then make him "comfortable" and "ironed to the skin" by Master Ling!
I don't know why, but looking at Nangong Minglu who smiled sweetly, Ling Haotian felt chills running down his spine. Why did it feel like he was being plotted against?