Song Yun was about to continue another lap on his jet ski when he noticed two more jet skis were lowered from the Zichuan.
Wang Hao approached Song Yun with practiced ease on his water scooter.
"What an idiot, why is he still hanging around here?"
Song Yun frowned slightly, feeling a hint of displeasure.
"You must be the owner of this yacht,"
Wang Hao stood up on the jet ski, looking down at Song Yun, and said, "I'm quite interested in your yacht, name your price!"
"Lunatic."
Song Yun found this spoiled brat a bit speechless. Couldn't he see that this yacht was very expensive? Did he really think that just having money meant he could buy anything?
How on earth do such poorly brought-up people even survive until now?
Actually, Song Yun's thoughts weren't far off. Wang Hao had been sent overseas by his family when he was young, and the education he received abroad, along with a lack of parental love, made him very arrogant.
