"Fifty million," He Jing guessed.
The waiter shook his head.
"Five hundred million." He Jing guessed again, and saying the number made her almost disbelieve.
Surprisingly, the waiter shook his head again.
"Five billion." He Jing shouted this out, completely shocked.
This time, the waiter nodded.
The card belonging to Lin Tian had five billion, and He Jing's shout made everyone in the private room aware of it.
"What a tycoon, a thorough tycoon!" He Jing stared at Lin Tian somewhat dazed.
People whispered among themselves, looking at Lin Tian and He Qianqian with a strange gaze, especially how they looked at He Qianqian. Before it was admiration, now it was contempt.
This is the sorrow of being a beautiful girl. If you marry an ordinary person, others feel sorry, sympathize, and pity you; if you marry a rich man, people will say you're gold-digging, mock you, despise you.
