"Are you really that rich?"
Farmhouse Cuisine.
Martial Saint eagerly locked his eyes on Jiang Chen, his handsome, boyish face finally showing a hint of respect.
Is a hundred billion enough?
Two hundred billion?
Insane.
That is just insane!
This kid couldn't even begin to grasp what such an amount of money truly means.
Does their entire town's wealth even add up to that much?
"I'm just bragging."
Jiang Chen's response didn't anger Martial Saint, but it did make Li Shuru, who was eating, burst into laughter.
She swallowed hard twice and quickly drank some water.
Martial Saint glanced at Li Shuru, then swiftly returned his gaze to Jiang Chen, speaking firmly.
"I don't believe it."
You don't believe?
Don't believe he has that much money, or don't believe he's just bragging?
"Do you think I'm stupid? If you didn't have this capability, you definitely wouldn't be able to..."
Martial Saint got stuck, unsure how to describe it.
