Ma Shihao, feeling smug, was taken aback when he heard Chen Fan's words.
He glanced at the price tag on that electrifying stone and sneered, "Dude, is that really necessary?"
Chen Fan was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Ma Shihao curled his lips, "You're just feeling unbalanced because I gave Weiwei this brooch worth over three hundred thousand, aren't you? I get that you want to show off in front of Weiwei, but don't bite off more than you can chew."
"Have you taken a good look? The price tag on that stone is ten million, not one thousand!"
Gao Weiwei couldn't help but laugh as well, suddenly in a great mood, thinking to herself, so you couldn't hold back after all. But your pretentious act is really too ridiculous.
Ten million, even the class president wouldn't be able to pull out that kind of money so easily, let alone just for a stone.
