Although Ji Nuan's tone was normal, her unwillingness to yield was clear.
She calmly lowered her head to read. As she flipped through another page, she continued speaking normally, "In that case, book the tickets back to Hai City. I'll head back with you and quit learning. When my wound heals, I'll stick to you every day to be an idle, rich wife. Anyway, you're not lacking in money. Even if I take my card to swipe left and right to waste the family away, or even if I casually take several hundred million yuan out to invest blindly, wasting even more millions away, you'll still be able to raise me."
"If you really wish to waste it, then go ahead. It's true that I can raise you." Mo Jingshen completely did not mind the sharp edges in her words. The repeated feeling of her fists landing in cotton strangely led her to be even more stifled and irritable.
"Oh." Ji Nuan stiffly and coldly forced out the word.
