A group of people stared at Zhang Fan, eyes wide and stunned, as their gazes were filled with sheer astonishment.
Is this kid really this rich?
Damn, and it's just a hundred grams of tea, which practically counts as the entire fortune of the Yi Family.
Who is Ouyang Feng's grandfather? The current helmsman of the entire Ouyang Family!
Could anything Ouyang Feng says be wrong?
Moreover, his intimate behavior with Zhang Fan shocked everyone even more.
Damn, they're practically arm in arm—that bond must be deep!
Shit, lending money to Yi Bing at this time and then immediately throwing it back in his face, is it really good to be this kind of person?
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, "Don't even think about it, it's not for sale!"
What a joke, that is dad's treasure, and I'm not exactly destitute.
Ouyang Feng chuckled, "You don't know how much my old man has been thinking about it, just share a little, even fifty grams will do!"
