This answer left Li Qiao without any excuse for rebuttal.
Indeed, having paid 30 billion for "The Autobiography of the Stock God," one has to know what's written inside.
Leaning on Shang Yu's shoulder, Li Qiao pondered, "Have you already shown the autobiography to my uncle?"
"Hmm, he didn't tell me the content, after all, it's your property; you can ask him in person when the time comes."
Shang Yu's deft response made Li Qiao somewhat amused and exasperated, "It was clearly bought by you."
"But it was a gift to you, so naturally it's yours." The man looped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek before disengaging the yacht's autopilot and, cradling Li Qiao in his arms, he steered the vessel back towards the dock.
Twenty minutes later, the yacht docked.
Hand in hand, Li Qiao and Shang Yu exited the cockpit, and as soon as they reached the main deck, she froze.
Chaos was all around, with no place to set foot.
"This..."
