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"Playing me? Do I look that bored?"
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Han Yu shrugged indifferently and said, "It was you who said earlier, 'leave Qingya, and fill in any amount you want.'"
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"I thought you were serious, so I filled out a few checks and casually wrote some numbers."
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"And now you regret it?"
"Ha! Pretending to be rich when you have no money? Bullshit!"
As he spoke, he spat in the direction of Su Yaocheng.
Seeing Han Yu's contemptuous gaze and provocative behavior, everyone present was stunned and stared at him in disbelief.
This guy is pretty bold—deliberately playing tricks on his opponent at first, ridiculing him coldly afterward, and even spitting in public, showing no regard for Mr. Su.
Even a clay Buddha has his limits.
Han Yu was also getting heated by Su Yaocheng's actions.
Though he was in a sham marriage with Lin Qingya and the two had no feelings for each other,
still, in name, Lin Qingya was his wife, Han Yu's wife.
