Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at her coldly.

Suddenly, her body folded and she squatted down in front of him...

She was just kneeling in front of Ximen Long Ting. Even if he really slapped her, what does it matter?

She abandoned him back then and chose SUN and her own peaceful life.

Compared to what he did, she was so selfish...

Jing Jiaren knelt down and began to pick up the banknotes scattered on the ground.

Ximen Longting took a long drag on his cigarette and looked at her figure picking up money on the ground. His chest felt so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Why is he not happy at all!?

Jing Jiaren picked them up quickly and arranged them into piles according to their original appearance, in an orderly manner.

She walked on her knees through the room with money scattered everywhere!

As she knelt close to the shelf, broken porcelain pieces fell everywhere on the floor.

Her knee was accidentally pricked by debris...

Jing Jiaren frowned and carefully avoided the debris, or swept away the debris in front of her in advance.

Despite this, some inconspicuous and fine glass shards still pricked her knees frequently.

Jing Jiaren's face turned pale in pain.

Ever since she met Ximen Longting, she started to get injured - her left hand is still wrapped in a bandage.

From the beginning to the end, Ximen Longting sat with his legs crossed and watched with cold eyes.

Smoking one cigarette after another...

Half-squinting his eyes, broken light flashed across his red eyes.

How can a woman who bends her back for money and does not hesitate to kneel on the ground to pick up money deserve to be compared with [Jing Jiaren] who is as proud as a white swan?

He was blind, so he mistook her for [Jing Jiaren] again and again.

Although she does look alike in many ways, they are not the same person!

Most of the money was put back into the box. Jing Jiaren's waist hurt a little, mainly her two knees, which were bruised and bruised by the glass shards.

This is really the most difficult amount of more than two million she has ever earned!

Jing Jiaren grinds to the feet of Ximen Longting.

Under his leather shoes were the last two banknotes.

The blood on Jing Jiaren's knees melted lightly on the ground...

"BOSS, I'm sorry that your foot stepped on it."

"..."

"Can you please lift your feet?" Jing Jiaren's forehead was covered with sweat, and her lips were trembling slightly because of the pain in her knees.

Ximen Longting raised his fingers on the armrest of the sofa and stared at her calmly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Please lift your feet!" Jing Jiaren reminded again.

Ximen Longting looked hard, raised his leg and kicked her on the shoulder.

Jing Jiaren's body folded backwards and collapsed on the ground.

He used to like to kick the servants who served him, but now, in his eyes, she was just a despicable servant.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "I thought you would be happy if I did this."

"..."

"You should be happy, at least you have the supreme right to let anyone do whatever you want."

This sentence instantly touched Ximen Longting's pain point!

Jing Jiaren reached out and prepared to pick up the last two pieces of money.

Ximen Longting suddenly stood up from the sofa and stepped on the back of Jing Jiaren's hand with one foot.

Together with the two pieces of money in her hand, she stepped on them hard!

Jing Jiaren's hand bones hurt, and she sweated even more.

"I've injured my left hand, I hope you won't stop me from working with my right hand!"
Chapter completed!