Xue Ying's cheeks turned slightly red, and she was deeply touched, "Lin Chen, do you know, this raw stone could sell for thirty million at auction."
Lin Chen smiled, "Thirty million is nothing; I wanted to give it to you. If you don't like it, I'll just have it cut!"
"No, no, I want it." It would be such a waste to cut up a thirty-million ice type.
Murong Bai's face looked extremely unpleasant. Just now, he had been telling Lin Chen to work as a security guard at their company, boasting about making ten million a year.
Yet Lin Chen casually gave away a thirty million ice type to Xue Ying without batting an eye, making Murong Bai's earlier remarks a blatant slap in his face.
A murmur of astonishment rose from the crowd, boosting Lin Chen's image immensely. Notably, many pretty young girls looked at him with envy, eagerly asking around about his identity.