Yu Hu: Yes, yes, yes, click click boom.
Gu Xia placed the sunflower seed shells into the trash can, wiped her little hands, and said leisurely, "The thing I love most in this life is Transformers. My dream man, ah, he's a Rolls Royce Phantom."
Yu Hu: You can say it like that? That's slick...
In short, Gu Xia is a money grubber; there's no doubt about that.
Everything is tied to money somehow. Even if she became clueless, she'd still know the value of money, which is quite impressive.
"Wasn't that good?" Gu Xia turned to look at Yu Hu, seeking approval like a child.
Yu Hu didn't give her a chance to react—he directly planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Yes! My wife speaks so well; she deserves a kiss as a reward."
Gu Xia: Damn it...
"But back to the point, honey, you're really lucky. Look, your husband here is a Divine Rich. I even own a Rolls Royce... What a coincidence."
"Oh right... Now that you mention it, it seems so," Gu Xia nodded.
