"Poor Ge Dongxu, it looks like he wasted 500,000 yuan. Half a million! I wonder how long he has to save up his pocket money!" Seeing that Fang Wanyue clearly wasn't interested in Ge Dongxu, Lin Jingwen exaggeratedly exclaimed with sympathy.
"I'm warning you, Lin Jingwen, some jokes can be made, but not about him. Moreover, 500,000 might be a large sum for you and me, but for him, it's really nothing," Fang Wanyue said, her patience finally wearing thin as Lin Jingwen's jokes became too much. She spoke sternly, her pretty face tensing up with seriousness.
There was no way around it; after all, Ge Dongxu was her grandfather's apprentice. How could such jokes be spread around?
"Is it really that serious? He looks only about twenty-something. Does he really have that much money? Who exactly is his dad?" Lin Jingwen straightened her expression and dared not joke further, but her curiosity grew even stronger.
