"Impertinent bragging?" Ye Guichen looked at Mai Jiacheng as if looking at an idiot, sneering coldly: "Haha, you're not qualified to say that to me, are you? If you really consider it, I call your grandfather 'Uncle Master,' and you should call me 'Uncle.' And besides, with your level of intelligence, I'm afraid you'd count the money for the person selling you."
"You, what did you say? You, you're taking advantage of me!" Being directly insulted by Ye Guichen, Mai Jiacheng couldn't maintain his composure, his neck veins bulging, pointing at Ye Guichen and cursing: "You, what right do you have to say I'm not intelligent? Hah, tell me, what makes you think I'm not intelligent?"
Ye Guichen increasingly felt that there was something wrong with Mai Jiacheng's brain.
However, Mai Jiacheng really fit the picture of a second-gen rich kid, seemingly having no other skills apart from eating, drinking, playing and picking up girls.
