Ye Chenfeng lay on the large bed, quietly watching Zhou Biman approach.
"Tsss!"
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Zhou Biman relaxed her body and leaned forward.
Ye Chenfeng's lips formed a bitter smile: "Sister Zhou, let's not pretend. I like things straightforward, and if I don't know the purpose, I can't do anything well."
Hearing this, Zhou Biman was taken aback, staring at Ye Chenfeng. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Little brother, do you believe I can make you the richest man?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Chenfeng was suddenly startled.
"Make me the richest man?" Ye Chenfeng asked in surprise.
Zhou Biman nodded vigorously: "That's right, to make you the richest. I can make you replace Li Qiuming as the richest in Macau, and also make you the richest in the Capital City!"
"Replace Li Qiuming as the richest? And become the richest in the Capital City?" Ye Chenfeng feigned surprise.
