Shen Fanxing was stunned by Jiang Rongrong's sudden aura. Her words made her feel even more ridiculous.
Faced with Jiang Rongrong's hysterical fall, the sneer on Shen Fanxing's face faded.
His face was as cold as frost, making the already cold early winter even colder.
"I'll say it again. I won't give you a single cent. Get lost!"
The word 'scram' hit Jiang Rongrong's heart like a bomb.
Jiang Rongrong was stunned for a moment before her eyes widened.
"Alright, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Then don't blame me for being rude! Shen Fanxing, just you wait! If you don't give me the money, none of us will have a good time!"
A court summons?
Shen Fanxing paused, as if digesting this unfamiliar term.
The reporters were also confused.
What was this old lady up to?
Seeing Shen Fanxing's stunned expression, Jiang Rongrong snorted smugly.
