"What?" Ji Weixi looked at Mo Nanfeng innocently, putting her chin on both hands. "You are the heir of Mo Group, so three hundred thousand should be peanuts to you… or could it be that you can't let go what happened four years ago, and still hate me?"
With Mo Group bankrupt, he wouldn't be able to afford thirty thousand —much less three hundred thousand. It would leave him worse off than a beggar.
And she would love to see him pay that sum.
"No, no." Mo Nanfeng quickly denied. "Well… what is the full cost?"
"That would depend on whether you're going for something simple or elaborate, as well as the fabric." Ji Weixi continued the duping in a businesslike manner. "Mo Nanfeng, I believe in the bottom of my heart that a man of your identity only deserves the highest-grade fabric and the best of designs, which puts the full cost somewhere around several million. Of course, that's just the price of a car for you, right?"
