"Eighty million! No, one hundred million! One hundred million yuan! That should be enough, right! I must make Qingtong die!",More astonishing was Qing Tong's face, a stunningly beautiful Eastern visage that resembled a porcelain doll. It bore the unique grace and subtlety characteristic of Easterners.,But when a glint appeared in her eyes, the smile on her lips turned wickedly sinister, instantly transforming her into a dark god as described in Western hell.。