"Enough! Gu Shaocheng!" Chenxing suddenly flared up, raising her arm to smack him, vexation enveloping her, "Don't paint me as so useless!"
Gu Shaocheng looked at her, unexpectedly feeling a peculiar sense of satisfaction. Her lips were tightly pressed into a pale line, her facial muscles taut, and the annoyance in her eyes steadily intensifying.
Then, he spoke nonchalantly, "Isn't it the truth? If you're capable, earn 200,000 in a month and prove it to me. If you don't want to be looked down upon, prove your worth on your own!"
The expression on her face made it seem as if she wanted to kill him with her glare. Finally, she gritted her teeth vehemently, "I can do it! Don't underestimate me!"
"Oh..." he prolonged the monosyllable, "Then let's make a bet. If you can earn 200,000 in a month, you're free to do as you please, and I guarantee I won't meddle in your affairs! But if you can't, stay here, and I'll handle all your difficulties! How about it?"
