Despite Ming Wei's best efforts at maintaining his composure, he could no longer stand idly by. He stepped forward and roared, "Sorry, no matter who you are, you have no right to stay here. If you don't leave now, I will have no choice but to call the police."
"Call them! Hurry up and call them!" Old Man Chen was completely fearless, convinced that he could control Cheng Ling just as he had in the past.
Ming Wei picked up his phone and was about to call the police when Cheng Ling indeed stopped him, "Ming Wei, let it go."
"Cheng Ling..." Ming Wei looked at Cheng Ling, puzzled.
Cheng Ling asked Old Man Chen, "How much do you want?"
"One million," Old Man Chen demanded exorbitantly.
Ming Wei gasped in shock, "That's extortion!"
"No money? Then come back home with me obediently," Old Man Chen said triumphantly.
Cheng Ling wasn't well known yet, and her paintings could only sell for at most tens of thousands apiece. One million was an astronomical figure.
