Coming back to his senses, Duanmu Ci swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered, "Damn, this is just too beautiful. If I could spend a night, my life would be worth it."
The words were spoken quietly, so no one else heard, but they didn't escape Song Yun's ears.
This Duanmu Ci, just as Third Uncle said, is a scoundrel who ruins girls.
But this time, he picked the wrong target.
Duanmu Ci stared intently at Mo Yuyao, swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and pulled out thirty thousand yuan in cash from his bag, slapping it onto Fourth Uncle's chest, saying, "Mo Laosi, you didn't lie to me. Your niece is an absolute gem. This thirty thousand is your reward, take it."
Seeing the thirty thousand yuan, Fourth Uncle's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, Boss Duanmu! Rest assured, I will definitely make sure you and Yuyao get married."
Duanmu Ci let out a cold sneer, not committing.
