Zhao Xinru's vision was already dimming in waves, almost collapsing.
Seven million and eighty thousand, not seven hundred and eighty thousand, and certainly not seventy-eight thousand!
He nonchalantly swiped the card, too lazy to even glance at the bill—just how wealthy must one be, and who exactly is he?
And frustratingly, he's as handsome as a movie star. Even the universally acknowledged handsome Xu Pei seemed inferior in comparison. It also seemed he truly loved Xia Chu, at least he was willing to spend on her and stand up for her in public.
Why did she have such good luck, and why did all the good things happen to her?
It was only because Xu Pei had broken up with her that she could meet someone better. Had she not taken Xu Pei away back then, wouldn't this good man have been hers?
What even is the worth of her so-called "victory"?
After Xia Chu finished speaking, she couldn't be bothered to look at Zhao Xinru any longer and turned to Huo Xiyao, "Xiyao, shall we go?"
