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In the past, when this boy sulked and slacked off, he would put on a pitiful look, but his cunning and brightness in his eyes were clearly visible. Yet now, for this bit of money, he showed such a helpless expression. Qinghe's heart tightened, as if pricked by a needle, the pain was substantial. What followed was a blazing anger. Such a proud person, once wore clothes specially customized by famous designers, unattainable even with money, now is being talked down to over so little money. Yes, to them, ninety-nine thousand is just small change, even if it's not known how many times that makes up the daily profits of Mei Yuxuan—let alone Weisheng Yueren who controls the largest business empire in his hands.
Qinghe's emotions rarely fluctuated so vastly, yet now, they did because of a look from Weisheng Yueren, which showed how deeply he had imprinted himself in her heart without her knowledge.
