Wen Shan took a piece of paper to look at while eating. "Which brainless rich tycoon ordered this?"
"Ding Junqi allowed the little monster of his house to order something. Rich people," Le Tian scoffed and snatched the design draft from Wen Shan, staring at her indignantly. "It took me all night to draw this. If it gets spoiled, are you going to give me 180,000?"
"I don't even have 180,000, and I still owe my brother 10,000," Wen Shan groaned, laying on the table and chewing the instant noodles. "Chasing a guy is really expensive but the bottom line is that it was not even successful."
Le Tian glared at her and stood up to go tidy her bed. No point bothering with this lunatic.
Wen Shan took up her noodle cup and followed Le Tian, watching her tidy her bed. "If I'm not mistaken, there is a reincarnation every 7 years. The blood in your body has changed, but your memory was not renewed?"
