Liu Kun was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Chen Fan, why must you compete with me for this? One million eight hundred thousand means nothing to me, but it might be what you save up for a lifetime. Is it worth it to go broke just for some pride?"
Chen Fan curled his lip, "I'm really sorry, but I'll buy the clothes for my girlfriend myself, no need for you to spend money. Besides, you picked out the cheapest and ugliest one. Qingyan wouldn't fancy wearing that."
Liu Kun's face stiffened immediately, and he snorted coldly, "Even though I chose the cheapest one, it's because I think it matches Qingyan's temperament the best, and at least I can afford it. Which one can you afford to buy for Qingyan?"
On the side, Su Qingyan couldn't help but inwardly mock: "You and that piece are the perfect match in temperament, your whole family is a perfect match with that piece."
Chen Fan ignored Liu Kun and said to the host, "Number three, number eleven, number nineteen!"
