"I know you're joking, you can't possibly want it," Meng Sheng said.
Ah Chen's eyes curved into a smile, "Just say whether you'll give it or not. You haven't given it, so how can you be sure I won't want it?"
"You're not that kind of person, I know that," Meng Sheng said with certainty, looking steadily at her.
Ah Chen smiled and asked, "What kind of person?"
Meng Sheng didn't like the look in her eyes. He averted his gaze slightly and said, "You're not a woman who covets vanity and loves money."
"So, you're just saying it; you won't want it."
Ah Chen found this person quite amusing and said, "I've never said I don't love money, nor have I ever said I don't love vanity. Why, with the way you hate money, wouldn't it be better to give it to me? Let me live a happy life without worrying about making ends meet."
