"Mr. Fan, do you think you're worthy?"
Fan Jianren heard this and was momentarily stunned, his brows slowly furrowing as he looked at Su Wanrong and said:
"President Su, I, Fan Jianren, am the second young master of the esteemed Fan Family, the stock market prodigy of the entire Xiangjiang. Just my personal assets amount to billions! Not to mention the Fan Family's business that I will inherit in the future. With such wealth, am I still not worthy of you?"
"Of course not!"
As Su Wanrong said this, the disdain on her lips became even more pronounced, as if she were looking at a clown, full of contempt!
Su Wanrong's expression greatly hurt Fan Jianren!
From childhood until now, it was the first time he saw a woman regard him with such disdain. This was not mere pretension; this was complete disregard from beginning to end. Such an expression gave Fan Jianren a cold glint in his eyes:
