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"Qi Shao, I'm not greedy for your bag."
The young model said coquettishly.
"Get out, or you won't even have the bag."
Qi Cong was more aware than anyone else that these women who came and went at a call were nothing more than materialistic. They would easily use their bodies in exchange for branded bags and luxury goods.
He just wanted to play with them, throw them a bag or a check, without feeling any pity or pain for them.
The young model, upon hearing this, quickly opened the car door and got out.
She'd had her eye on a limited edition bag at the LV store for a long time, waiting for Qi Cong to call her so she could get it.
How could she miss this opportunity?
As for what kind of women he liked to look at, she didn't care. After all, she only loved his wallet, not him.
She also knew that he wouldn't love her, at most he loved her performance in bed.
After the model left, Qi Cong stayed in the car and continued watching Lin Na.
