Feng Huaijin's face suddenly turned ashen, his fingers gradually tightening around the coffee cup.
Su Li continued speaking to herself, "If yesterday's downpour cost three hundred thousand, today's drizzle must be a discounted cheapie. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for."
Feng Huaijin suppressed the anger in his heart, his thin lips lightly pressed together, and lowered his head to take a sip of coffee.
Ugh, it tastes damn awful!
"Do you think I'm poor?" Feng Huaijin finally couldn't hold it in, his chest filled with a thin layer of anger. He suddenly leaned towards Su Li, staring straight at her and asked.
In Yanjing, hasn't he been known as everything under the sun? The number one big devil, the playboy, there are countless titles.
But in all these twenty-odd years, it's truly the first time someone has called him poor!
The Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family, poor? What a joke?
