Qiaoxu was amused by her behavior and became more determined that even if it meant going bankrupt, she would find an antidote for her.
"Then you've just lost a big business opportunity. How about I offer you a meal ticket to heal your wounded soul?"
"Tsk!"
Xia Yumo pursed her lips, frowning:
"I suddenly feel like I'm being taken care of by a local tyrant. It's unbelievably cool."
With that, the two of them burst into laughter.
"But, these meal tickets worth more than a million, are you trying to choke me to death?"
She patted her arm and said, "Save it for my dowry."
Hearing this, Qiaoxu's eyes lit up, "Are you marrying Gu Junhang?"
After finishing, Xia Yumo rolled her eyes at her.
"Don't worry, just save the money first, and when I'm ready to get married, I'll tell you. At that time, the dowry will be doubled."
