Jin Qiu didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to her. She was stunned for a moment before she nodded.
She was really flattered at the time, or perhaps a little too excited.
Nod a lot.
Su Mo glanced at him casually, and then said slowly: "Do you need money?"
Jin Qiu was smart and naturally understood what Su Mo wanted to say. She raised her head slightly and faced him for the first time. There was no enchanting look on her face. Instead, she had a serious expression: "Yes, I need money."
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"How much?" His voice was very crisp, as if he was discussing business.
"Four hundred million." Jinqiu pursed her lips and answered truthfully. She wanted to give Qiqi the cleanest identity.
She is a sister, so for her, she has to bear all the pain herself.
Su Mo looked at him with a flash of ridicule. Four hundred million? A lot of money?
"It's not a small appetite, but considering that you are a female anchor on a TV station, 400 million, I'm afraid it will just be a wishful thinking in a lifetime."
Su Mo paused, then nodded slowly, and told her clearly: "I can let you get 400 million within half a year, provided that you follow my arrangement."
"That is to say, within half a year, everything you have will be mine. Whatever I ask you to do, you must do it!"
Jinqiu reached out and touched his face, forcing himself to forget the past.
She walked into her house, feeling a little dazed even by Jin Yu's shouting, and closed her door indifferently.
She took out those notebooks, which contained all the bits and pieces she had recorded, as well as a photo.
Her hands were clenched so tightly.
After closing the curtains and turning off the lights, she sat in the wheelchair, stretched out her fingers gently, pressed her abdomen, and cried silently.
Tears fell like rain.
But she was still pulling her lips hard, trying to make herself smile.