What does the Qian Family have the most of?
Wealth, of course!
The kind of wealth that could rival a nation!
Zhao Zijun and his two companions weren't worried that Qian Duoduo couldn't produce something to satisfy them. They just found the whole affair incredibly beneath them.
For scions of the great Six Great Clans of the Imperial City to stoop to such ridiculous acts just for revenge.
Then again, it was perfectly in line with Qian Duoduo's usual style.
"Are you crazy?" Nangong Yan finally couldn't help but ask.
Qian Duoduo nodded gravely. "That's right. I am sick."
The three were shocked. 'Since when? We never heard about this!'
They quickly asked, "What kind of sickness?"
"One is a disease called 'I'll-die-if-I-don't-get-my-swagger-back,' and the other is called 'it-pains-me-not-to-squander-my-vast-fortune.'"
The three of them were speechless.
'Fine, fine, fine. You're rich. Whatever you say goes.'
