Zhu Longshuang fell into deep thought, constantly weighing the pros and cons.
Wang Teng was in no hurry. He sat calmly on a genuine leather sofa made from the hide of some Star Beast, swirling the wineglass in his hand, his gaze seemingly immersed in the golden liquid within.
Seeing him like this, Zhu Longshuang felt an inexplicable surge of irritation.
It was bad enough that this bastard had made such an outrageous demand!
Now he had tossed the problem to her and was sitting there as though nothing had happened. Just looking at him was infuriating.
If circumstances had allowed it and the initiative had not been in the other party's hands, she would have dearly loved to give Wang Teng a beating.
After gritting her teeth for a while, Zhu Longshuang said, "Four hundred thousand points..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
"No."
Zhu Longshuang's expression stiffened, and a vein immediately bulged on her forehead.
It was clear just how exasperated she was.
Bastard!
He simply would not budge!
But...
In the end, she took a deep breath and said fiercely, "Fine, five hundred thousand it is, along with the friendship of my branch!"
"Can you give me that Candle Dragon Race body now?"
"Actually, you didn't have to add your branch's friendship. I have no interest in your friendship," Wang Teng said leisurely.
Zhu Longshuang's face darkened at once.
This bastard had actually rejected the friendship of their Candle Dragon Race!
He was looking down on the Candle Dragon Race, wasn't he?
He had to be!
No, perhaps he had seen through her intentions.
Zhu Longshuang narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied Wang Teng.
The reason she had insisted on adding that so-called friendship was simply that she wanted to use this opportunity to establish