"What! Over a million! Oh my God!"
The elderly couple was stunned silly.
Over a million could buy a two-bedroom apartment in a decent part of Tianhe.
And this was supposed to be not making a fuss?
The world of the rich is really something to be envious of!
The elderly couple's eyes gleamed, but Su Yueru felt nothing.
"I'm sorry, Zhu Ping, I really appreciate it and I take your kindness to heart, but please take your gift back, I can't accept it," she said.
Zhu Ping's face held confusion, but even more so, pride.
"Why can't you accept it? It's perfectly normal for friends to give each other gifts. After all, we've known each other since childhood."
Su Yueru politely and firmly responded, "I already have a husband, and it's impossible for me to accept gifts from other men, especially such expensive ones."
Liang Xin, seeing the succulent morsel slip through her daughter's fingers, was so furious she pinched hard under the table.
