"What's wrong, Zilong?" Ma Yunlu looked at Zhao Yun in confusion, this was the first time she had seen such an expression on Zhao Yun.
"Yunlu, if one day I have nothing left, how would you look at me?" Zhao Yun said with a mournful face, suddenly realizing that all the wishes he had promised Ma Yunlu a few days ago were gone.
"Uh, you haven't left, how could you have nothing?" Ma Yunlu tilted her head and said, looking utterly puzzled.
Zhao Yun's originally mournful expression improved instantly, but soon he was filled with fury, and even Chen Xi could see the anger burning in Zhao Yun's eyes.
"Zilong, were you conned out of your funding by Hanmou?" Chen Xi asked curiously, seeing Zhao Yun's towering rage.
"I was swindled out of all my savings by him, I don't even have money to marry Yunlu now." Zhao Yun's resentful voice appeared in Chen Xi's mind, catching him by surprise.
