Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the white paper.
“Contract for the transfer of the beauty formula... transfer price: one million...”
The corner of Gong Sheng’s lips twitched and he couldn’t help but glare at Yun Qiao. “Stupid woman, are you crazy about money? Are you that short of money? Did I eat less or wear less?”
His gaze swept across the closet in the room.
He was deep in thought.
As a female celebrity, her clothes were indeed pathetically few and too shabby.
This was because he hadn’t thought it through.
He looked at the shoe rack again. There was only a pair of high heels and a pair of flats on it. As she had been rushing to and fro for filming and commuting on the bus for the past few days, the surface of her shoes had been worn out and she looked old.
He hadn’t noticed it before.
After all, when he looked at a woman, he had never looked at her appearance. He had always looked through her clothes to see the essence of her body.
