Even Mo Xiaoyu's best friend was anxious. She kept tugging at her clothes. "Xiao Yu? Are you crazy? Didn't you hear them?"
Mo Xiaoyu nodded calmly. "I heard it. I also know that they might offer a higher price. But for me, 5 million is enough to realize my dream. What's the use of having so much money?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Tang Wenshan coldly. "When a person loses his ideals, kindness, and trust for money, what's the difference between him and a walking corpse?"
Ye Feng was amused when he heard this. She was actually a philosopher.
Well, he liked philosophy.
Tang Wenshan was exasperated. "Miss Mo, I hope you'll reconsider. That's 18 million yuan. You won't be able to earn so much money in your lifetime."
Mo Xiaoyu sneered, "Although I can't earn that much money, at least I don't have to be like some people who scheme against each other."
