There are rich people every year, but are they more abundant this year?
First Wan Jie, now this arrogant woman in front of her, opening with how much she's willing to pay to make her give up something, a sentiment Wen Nuan finds unspeakably exasperating.
Not mentioning how much the dress costs, Fu Mingyu custom-ordered it for her, so just the thought of it means Wen Nuan would never give the dress to anyone else.
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm not selling."
Speaking coldly, Wen Nuan turns to leave, but just as she takes a step away, Ling Ziyuan sticks to her like a plaster, determined not to stop until she reaches her goal.
Wen Nuan's face instantly turned dark.
"What, afraid I can't afford it? Name your price, I'll add 500,000 more, surely that's enough?"
In a charitable manner, Ling Ziyuan said, thinking herself generous.
Just as Wen Nuan was about to speak, her phone rang. Seeing the name on the screen, Wen Nuan's expression immediately shifted from gloomy to bright.
