Warm breath tickled his ear like a feather, and goosebumps instantly broke out on Zhou Chen's neck. He immediately shifted to the side, pulling free from Li Xiye's arm, and said with feigned seriousness:
"I've already achieved financial freedom through my own hard work. I don't need to live off some sugar mama."
Li Xiye raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Didn't I only transfer five hundred million US Dollars to your card? And you're acting this cocky? Your Advanced Secret Ceremony may have been covered by the Sword Forging Competition organizers, and you did win a good chunk of prize money, but don't forget you also spent sixty million on service fees. Add in your usual expenses, and if you're even a little reckless with your spending, you'll be over a hundred million in debt in less than two months."
Zhou Chen faltered. "That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it...?"
