Any man who heard such words would be angry, but not only was Bai Xiao not angry, he even laughed.
"That's not bad either,"he said to an zhixun.
This was the truth. To him, it was really good.
Perhaps in the future, he would not be satisfied with the word "win" and would hope to love him more than his money. But at this moment, when he was not sure if she loved him or not, whether she would hate him or not, to him, winning over love was still love.
How much one loved depended on one's personal charm. The money that one loved was also one's charm. A man's aura still needed money and power to support it.
As long as she loved him, he could make her love him even more.
"A-Qing?" When an zhixun heard Bai Xiao's words, she was really too surprised. She looked at him in shock, her face turning pale in the next second. Bai Xiao looked back at her, his faint eyes tinged with a touch of coldness.
