Luofeng laughed and said, "The lie is that I haven't made much money, but I could still afford a Cullinan. The truth is, I'd rather not say it—it's too striking for others." He finished speaking and smirked wickedly.
Qin Rubing looked at him, puzzled.
Duanmu Yunji also became curious. "Come on, tell us, how much did you really make?"
Luofeng held up three fingers. "Not much, just three big words!"
Qin Rubing breathed a sigh of relief. "Thirty million is indeed a bit striking. We dancers, even in an entire lifetime, couldn't possibly earn that much. And you only took three days?"
"Sigh!" After voicing her thoughts, Qin Rubing sighed deeply.
But Duanmu Yunji, who clearly knew Luofeng better than Qin Rubing, guessed, "Three billion?"
"Hahaha, my baby Yunji is so clever," Luofeng chuckled.
Qin Rubing felt like she was about to die on the spot. Three billion? And her natural guess had been thirty million?
