Chao Tianjiao was feeling depressed, wanting to argue with Wang Chao but not being able to do so without being the laughing stock. She could only sulk and cast an unhappy glance at Wang Chao.
"Uncle, please sit and wait a moment. I'll brew some tea for you. Our tea leaves are top-notch Dragon Well. Please enjoy it."
Chao Tianjiao's expressions changed as quickly as flipping through a book. This moment she was looking at Wang Chao with a cold gaze, the next, her face bloomed into a smile as she addressed the refined middle-aged man.
"By the way, Uncle, how much do you plan to donate?"
"Well, around 8 million probably."
"Eight million? Not bad, not bad. You are our foundation's first individual donor."
Chao Tianjiao's expression slightly shifted, but considering this refined middle-aged man was the first individual donor to the foundation, she didn't take it to heart despite the amount being quite small.
