Chapter 7: Can You Afford to Pay a Million? 4

Gu Yixuan smiled and clapped his hands, his sexy thin lips curving into an enchanting arc, "Not bad, you danced quite well."

"Young Master Xuan, does that mean you can forgive me now?" Mo Yan asked eagerly.

He just glanced at her indifferently and said something that struck them hard, "Did I say that because she danced nicely, I wouldn't make you pay the debt?"

"You!" Mo Ran exclaimed with wide eyes, "Then what exactly do you want?"

She had a feeling that this man was deliberately making things difficult for them.

"How about this, if you drink this bottle of vodka, I won't make your sister pay, how about that?"

Mo Ran's gaze fell on an unopened bottle of vodka on the table, and after a moment of silence, she nodded, "Fine, keep your word!"

"Don't worry, I'm not the type to joke about such trivial matters for a little fun." The man laughed, his smile somewhat coquettish.

"Ranran..." Mo Yan was somewhat worried.

"Sis, it's okay." A bottle of alcohol she could still handle, as long as it wasn't about paying money. A million, they really didn't have that kind of money.

Uncorking the bottle, Mo Ran held it in her hands and under everyone's gaze, she tilted her head back and gulped down the liquor. The alcohol was too strong, and she choked, her cheeks flushing red, coughing incessantly.

A bottle of vodka, many men couldn't handle it, let alone her, a frail woman. But she finished it anyway, not a drop left.

Placing the bottle on the table, she stared hazily at Gu Yixuan, not forgetting to remind him of his promise, "I finished it."

A flicker of amusement crossed the man's eyes, "Good, let's consider this matter settled."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ran's body collapsed.

"Ranran!"

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As soon as she got home, Mo Ran rushed to the bathroom and vomited everything in her stomach.

Mo Yan helped her stroke her back from behind, "Ranran, it's all my fault, making you end up like this."

"Sis, I'm okay... ugh..."

"Look at you, you're vomiting like this, and you say you're okay."

Mo Ran, leaning over the toilet, asked laboriously, "Sis, how did you upset him today?"

At the mention of this, Mo Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable, "It wasn't much, I just didn't expect that the client I had to toast today was him."

At the time, she had mixed a drink and, raising it to him, boldly looked up at him, only to find herself face to face with his cold and familiar visage.