As she spoke, she offered up her red lips, attempting to kiss the other person.
The Dragon King, expressionless, blocked the approaching face with his glass, his voice cold, "Isn't sixty-forty somewhat unfair?"
"Lord Dragon, you're really quite sincere. If you think sixty-forty won't do, fifty-fifty is also fine. It depends on you. Whatever our boss decides is fine."
"Thirty-seventy, I get seventy and you take thirty. If you agree, we'll collaborate; if not, let's call the whole thing off."
Feifei: "...."
She couldn't believe what she had heard. Thirty-seventy, was this some kind of joke?
Sixty-forty was already the boss's bottom line, yet he proposed thirty-seventy: "Lord Dragon, you must be joking. In this business, we're the ones doing the heavy lifting. Coming directly to thirty-seventy, isn't that a bit unfair to us?"
