"Sister Qiuxiang, it's definitely not normal for that kid to pull out so much gold all at once. Plus, he made you lose face at the sales center; there's no way I can swallow this. Even if you can take it, I can't." Wang Muyi observed Pan Qiuxiang's fluctuating expressions and continued, seemingly indignant, "Sister Qiuxiang, you are magnanimous and perhaps don't want to fuss with that Ye boy, but I can't stand seeing you wronged. I'll step in for you and make sure Shennong Hall never recovers!"
Pan Qiuxiang let out a cold snort.
How could she not see that Wang Muyi was trying to provoke her?
"Wang Muyi, you don't have to deliberately say things for me to hear. I understand men better than anyone. To tell you the truth, not only Fang Wushang, but even you are nothing but my playthings. I'm not afraid to tell you this: I haven't had enough fun with you yet, so I won't kick you aside, but don't think you're clever enough to influence my decisions."
