"Moling? Brother Moling."
Qiao Rou called his name softly, her eyes filled with confusion.
Gu Moling returned to his senses and recalled Qiao Xi's words. He looked at Qiao Rou suspiciously. "Rou Rou, why would Xi Xi mention the 80 million? She said…"
Before Qiao Rou could answer, Old Madam Qiao grunted coldly. "It's all because Qiao Xi is jealous of Rou Rou. Rou Rou saved all this money herself. What problem could there be?"
Gu Moling thought about it and felt that Old Madam Qiao was right. Rou Rou had taken on many endorsements over the years. Coupled with the company's earnings, it was not strange for her to fork out 40 million yuan.
It was just that Xi Xi did not seem to be spouting nonsense. Did she really just casually say a few words out of anger?
"Brother Moling, don't you believe in me?"
Qiao Rou's eyes turned red, and she was about to cry.
