Feng Huaijin’s face suddenly turned ashen, his fingers gradually tightening around the coffee cup.
Su Li continued speaking to herself, "If yesterday’s downpour cost three hundred thousand, today’s drizzle must be a discounted cheapie. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for."
Feng Huaijin suppressed the anger in his heart, his thin lips lightly pressed together, and lowered his head to take a sip of coffee.
Ugh, it tastes damn awful!
"Do you think I’m poor?" Feng Huaijin finally couldn’t hold it in, his chest filled with a thin layer of anger. He suddenly leaned towards Su Li, staring straight at her and asked.
In Yanjing, hasn’t he been known as everything under the sun? The number one big devil, the playboy, there are countless titles.
But in all these twenty-odd years, it’s truly the first time someone has called him poor!
The Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family, poor? What a joke?
Su Li looked at the tightly suppressing anger of Feng Huaijin, thought for a while, and obediently said, "You should have less money than me."
Although the money he will earn in the future is all with her now, currently he is poor.
Feng Huaijin’s expression suddenly became complex, the veins on his temples involuntarily wanting to burst from his blood vessels.
He was actually looked down upon by Su Li for being poor...
Originally intending to let Su Li bask in the sun today, he felt sorry for her and spent money on a drizzle to warn her not to smile at the boys at school like that, only for her to disdain him for being poor.
Feng Huaijin’s thin lips moved a little, suddenly pulled the chair away, got up and walked outside, lightly throwing a sentence: "I’m leaving."
To be looked down upon for being poor by a woman, it’s intolerable.
Su Li watched Feng Huaijin’s disappearing back, blinking her eyes, her little face slowly scrunched together.
But she was telling the truth, there really shouldn’t be anyone richer than her in this world, right?
He didn’t need to feel inferior, after all, the future money would also be his.
Su Li shivered at the thought of today’s drizzle, this drizzle not only couldn’t help her but also made her undergo military training in the rain.
It doesn’t matter if Feng Huaijin has no money, she has money.
Three hundred thousand a day, with ten more days of military training, it’s just three million, she can afford it.
But the problem is, even if she has the money, she doesn’t know who to find for this artificial rain, probably only Feng Huaijin knows.
Su Li suddenly jumped up from her seat and rushed out wanting to find Feng Huaijin.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw a pitch-black shiny car brushing past, the tires splashing layers of water.
Under the dim streetlight, Su Li saw Feng Huaijin’s tense side profile in the driver’s seat, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared before her eyes.
Did Feng Huaijin get pissed off because of her?
His temper is really big.
The black car drove on the wide road, Feng Huaijin with a tense face made a phone call. For origınal chapters go to N()velFire.net
The voice on the other end was noisy, with the faint sound of billiard balls clashing, and others complimenting:
"Good shot, Young Master Xiao, impressive!"
Feng Huaijin sneered, "How can you still be in the mood to play billiards when you’re so broke?"
Xiao Heng wiped the sweat off his forehead, holding a billiard stick, utterly confused, "Broke? I may not be as rich as Brother Qi, but I’m not that broke."
In Yanjing, he is also one of the top young masters, the word poor has never been associated with him.
Feng Huaijin gave a cold sneer, being considered poor, Xiao Heng was indeed a pauper.
"Brother Qi, why did you call me?"
Feng Huaijin kept a stern face, threw out a sentence: "Go back to the company and work overtime, make money."
Xiao Heng was on the verge of tears, is Brother Qi crazy? He’s like a human printing machine, making money so obsessively, how can anyone live ?
He just wanted to be a carefree second-generation rich, eating and waiting for death.