Song Nuanyi said coldly, "You don't want to earn money anymore?"
Wang Qiang sneered. There was a soft sound coming from the other side, like the sound of someone getting out of bed, "If earning money is like this, I won't have the life to spend it no matter how much money I earn. Do you want to pass this money on to me? That won't do. I don't have a son yet. Miss Song, how about you give me a son? I can consider it."
Song Nuanyi had already gotten used to this man's random manner, but she was still a little unhappy. "Let's talk about business. Otherwise, don't even think about hiding your identity."
The corner of Wang Qiang's mouth twitched. He waved his hand to dismiss the woman beside him. Then, he carefully said, "Don't. We're good partners who are mutually beneficial. You have to leave me a way out."
He did not know how this young lady knew his true identity. If his grandmother found out about this, he would not be able to enjoy life so comfortably.
