The darkness of night had completely fallen, bringing with it a slight chill.
Lu Fengxuan and Jiang Che stood in the hallway, where a winding pebbled path led to the garden, and one could see a distant flicker of firelight.
As darkness descended, the streetlamps on either side of the path automatically lit up.
A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Fengxuan inexplicably felt a chill of being watched, but when she glanced toward the direction of the living room, no one was there.
In front of her, Jiang Che was still gazing at her with puppy dog eyes, his feigned depth of feeling was enough to make someone sick to their stomach.
"Jiang Che, with your vast resources, a mere 500 million is nothing to you, right?" Lu Fengxuan said with a sarcastic smile. "Go back to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."
No one was more eager to see Jiang Che out of luck than she was. Help him? In his dreams!
