Meng Yunhan looked at the little girl and said, "Let me make it clear once again, Yun Hao is my man and we will never separate for the rest of our lives, so you'd better give up your ideas."
I'd rather just read a book quietly in the room than continue to play along with her.
"Whatever you want, as long as you leave Yun Hao, I'll give it to you."
Give whatever one wants?
Even the most confident person wouldn't dare say such a thing.
Meng Yunhan asked back, "What do you have?"
Lu Jingyi fell silent. She didn't have anything, but her father did.
"Looking at you, I can tell you are poor. If you want money, I'll give it to you."
I'm poor?
Is this woman blind?
Is it only because of her clothes?
Value can't be measured by appearance.
Some wealthy people prefer to keep a low profile.
They grow rich silently.
"Where do you see that I am living in poverty?" Do I need to flaunt wealth and wear gold and silver jewelry all over to appear rich?
That would be showing off wealth.
