Ye Ling almost slapped Qing Yi to death in anger when he heard her words.
"Do you have any idea what you are talking about? A billion in the Netherworld is just like petty cash, just loose change that descendants casually burn and send over."
"But this is the human world. Do you know what that means? A billion is what an ordinary person couldn't earn in a lifetime even if they bent their backs and faced the yellow earth."
"Alright, alright, let's pack it up and take it away."
Ye Ling didn't bother to explain much to Qing Yi; she was at least like a little girl who hadn't been exposed to the dirty realities of the world, pure and untainted, like a blank piece of paper ready to take any drawing.
After paying the bill, Qing Yi walked out in a set of black shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, instantly attracting the heated stares of all the men.
