"Hahaha—" Someone burst into laughter, breaking the silence that had filled the room. What followed was the disdain and chatter from the wealthy businessmen below.
"Where did this kid pop up from? How is someone like him qualified to attend tonight's charity gala?"
"Five hundred bucks? He actually has the nerve to take that out? Does he think he's giving alms to a beggar?"
...
All sorts of unpleasant words were coming out of these businessmen's mouths, and not far away, Zhao Wanting looked anxiously at Ye Chenfeng on stage. Beside her, Bai Xueling's eyebrows were slightly furrowed—what sort of act was Ye Chenfeng putting on? After all, the Yes were a top-tier family from Capital City! Would Ye Chenfeng, a direct descendant of the Ye family, lack money?
After Zhao Qihua whispered a few words to Fang Nanxiang, Nanxiang started walking towards the stage. But just at that moment, Xie Pan'an spoke up—wasn't this exactly the outcome he had been waiting for?
