Facing Wang Manqi, Li Yang also gave a slight smile.
Wang Manqi bowed her head, overwhelmed with fright.
By choosing the money from Song Yu, she had already sold her dignity.
If it had been eight years ago, when she was still in high school, she might not have understood this matter clearly.
But now, it had already been five years since she graduated, and she struggled throughout college, only seeing some improvement in the past six months.
She was being kept by Song Yu, and once you're kept, never talk about having an independent personality.
Isn't over thirty thousand a month enough? It's enough to buy her life!
Now she could rent a 40-square-meter big apartment in the Capital City, and Song Yu even equipped her with a car. The restaurants she didn't dare to visit and the luxury goods she didn't dare to see, she could approach with confidence now.
Her social media circle was no longer superficially elegant.
