Baili Xia's smile only grew sweeter as she looked at the furious Mu Ziying.
"Ziying, you should know that the value of this cake isn't in the cake itself, but in the significance behind it."
"What the hell does that mean?" Ziying gave Baili Xia a glare.
Baili Xia promptly spoke again, "You know that the proceeds from this charity sale will be donated to children of poor mountainous areas."
"You're doing a good deed, so spending two hundred thousand is worthwhile."
With a fierce glare at Baili Xia, Ziying couldn't find a way to argue back.
After all, as the younger Miss Mu, arguing about two hundred thousand in public was not befitting of her image.
Yet, spending a hundred thousand for a single dinky cake, courtesy of Baili Xia, was a blatant rip-off...
"You little swindler!" she exclaimed, pointing at Baili Xia and stamping her foot in anger.
"Have you been with Uncle for so long that you've become cunning too?"
"Ziying, are you calling Uncle a swindler?"
