"Truly wealthy..."
After hearing some rumors about Lin Ying and the Lin Family, Mo Yiqing clicked his tongue in amazement and teasingly remarked while looking at the little fox lying flat on Ah Qing's shoulder:
"It's just a pity... our little Xiaolan, even though born with charm, still has no advantage in front of a wealthy woman, otherwise, this would surely be the start of a major bull market in life."
Listening to Ah Qing's story, Mo Yiqing, though aware of Lin Ying's extensive connections, didn't pay much attention.
If it were an ordinary millionaire, she might have been interested in a conversation to see if she could expand her family's factory network.
But when facing someone like Lin Ying, a family-inherited hidden tycoon, Mo Yiqing could not be bothered to ask anything.
With that time, she'd rather tease the little fox.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ah Qing, what's the little fox saying?"
