"You're pretty good at handing out the 'nice guy' line." Yang Ming stepped forward and looked "Jane" up and down like a picky auntie inspecting produce at the market.
"Since you like him so much that you're already talking marriage and having him kneel to confess his love, isn't it time we put a few things on the table?"
"T-talk about what?" Loki's heart lurched. He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Money, obviously." Yang Ming held out his right hand, palm up, as if it were only natural. "Thor owes me fifty million dollars and signed a hundred-year indenture contract. As his future family, shouldn't you help pay some of that off?"
Silence instantly fell over the ruins.
Jessica, who was munching popcorn nearby, nearly choked. She stared at Yang Ming, inwardly marveling at his expertise. Her boss's ability to seize any opening to squeeze out money was simply incredible!
Thor stood frozen, his blue eyes filled with shock.
Loki's face twitched violently. He nearly lost control of his affected, high-pitched voice.
"F-fifty million dollars?" Loki, posing as Jane, awkwardly brushed aside a stray lock of hair and gave a couple of dry laughs. "Doctor Yang, you must be joking. I'm just a poor scientist living on S.H.I.E.L.D. funding. Where would I get that kind of money?"
"You can't pay?" Yang Ming's expression instantly turned cold, his coffee cup swaying gently in his hand.
He stepped closer, his gaze so piercing that it seemed capable of seeing straight through Loki's soul.
"You won't even put up a measly fifty million? Miss Jane, isn't your love a little too cheap?" Yang Ming's voice abruptly rose, every word striking where it hurt.
"Do you have any idea how our Thor has been working from dawn till dusk for you, hauling bricks, washing