A pale hand that was dyed with blood had tightly grabbed onto Qin Yan's ankle.
No wonder she felt a touch of stickiness. Qin Yan thought to herself.
Her gaze shifted upwards a little and followed the arm of the man. What met her gaze was a face so ferocious, it would startle an entire crowd.
As Qin Yan checked out Gu Beihan, Gu Beihan, who was lying on the ground, raised his head to look at her.
His lips were thin and light, and his tone was laced with pain, "Save me."
Qin Yan was expressionless. The words she spoke out were emotionless and cold, "I don't make unprofitable deals. Give me a reason to save you."
Gu Beihan's inhale sharply stopped. He didn't think a girl could be as cruel as this. On the other hand, he admired someone who belonged to the same category as him.
So he tossed out a golden temptation, "One hundred million."
Even after his words, Qin Yan remained quiet and had no indication of making a move.
