"Why don't you buy me a shirt? I don't have any spare clothes." Brother Jiang asked.
"This Yingluo isn't very good." Lan Xiao smiled awkwardly.
Brother Jiang reached out his hand and flicked the wine stains off his shirt. He said sadly.
"It's just accompanying me to buy a shirt. There's still a long time before the gathering ends, so it won't hinder you from seeing things. In order to help you, I've only worn this shirt that's worth more than ten thousand dollars once and it's now useless. In order to express your gratitude, you should at least compensate me with one so that you won't be impolite, right?"
Lan Xiao's eyes widened and he looked at brother Jiang in shock.
It was said that brother Jiang's wealth could rival a country's. It was an unimaginable wealth.
Brother Jiang's heart actually ached so much for a shirt that cost tens of thousands of Yuan? And even clamored for her to compensate?
This brother Jiang was a mystery.
