"Do you think I'm stupid? I've said it, the term is the term, there's no room for negotiation," Mu Rufeng stated.
"Hmph, who do you think you are to talk to my uncle like that?" Mister Wayde jumped out again.
"You, a man who has been pregnant, also have the right to speak here?" Mu Rufeng disdainfully looked at Wayde.
"I haven't, I haven't, you are looking for death!" Mister Wayde's face turned red again, and veins bulged on his forehead.
The second time, the second time he had announced in front of the representative of the Contractor powers worldwide that he had been pregnant.
He was a man, an heir to a super-large Consortium, how could he endure such humiliation twice?
"Really? Are you sure? I remember, haven't you offered a reward for me?"
Mu Rufeng's hand produced a pair of sunglasses, and he playfully looked at Mister Wayde while fiddling with the sunglasses.
