Sheng Qingyan listened to Ji You's contempt without feeling the slightest bit angered. Rather, she didn't care at all and even slightly hooked her lips, saying, "My grandpa's fortune is 150 billion oh, my grandma's fortune is 150 billion oh, the fortune of my dad, my mom, and my brother are all well over 150 billion oh, and their only heir is just me, Sheng Qingyan oh... As for myself oh, of course, I also have a personal wealth of 100 billion oh..."
Ji You: "..."
Ji You was already stunned.
Even, she opened her mouth wide and couldn't manage to close it for a long time.
Seeing Ji You's shocked expression that couldn't close her mouth, Sheng Qingyan asked with a smile, "Just asking you if someone is a poor ghost, huh?"
Ji You: "..."
Ji You took a deep breath: "You must be lying, right?"
Sheng Qingyan lifted a finger, blowing on his fingernail—a gesture that seemed so effeminate and full of sass, but he did it with a kind of strange beauty.
