Wang He's face had turned green.
Pain transformed into anger, pushing him to the brink of madness.
Yet, the last shred of his rationality told him that now was not the time to be at odds with Zhang Xiaowei.
"I can give you money, whatever amount you want is fine."
Faced with this offer, the crowd once again gasped in astonishment.
"This kid's hit the jackpot; even if he asks Young Master Wang for a billion, I reckon he'd be willing to give it."
"Who would've thought this country bumpkin would have such luck."
"What do you mean luck? That's called skill. If he gave you a billion, could you cure Young Master Wang's illness?"
As everyone envied Zhang Xiaowei, he revealed a roguish smile and wrapped his arm around Zhao Ruolan's slender waist.
"With a rich wife like this by my side, do you think I'd be short of money?"
Having previously been mocked by Wang He for being a kept man, Zhang Xiaowei directly tossed the remark right back at him.
