"Do you think I'm lying to you?" Qin Han gave a faint smile, looking at Song Yuwei.
"But..." Song Yuwei still somewhat doubted; the two had been together day and night for three years—could Qin Han really be so capable?
"There's no 'but.' Making money has never been difficult for me; it just depends on whether or not I want to," Qin Han said, radiating confidence from within.
"You've really changed," Song Yuwei said softly, looking at Qin Han.
In the past, Qin Han would indulge in food, drink, prostitutes, and gambling, always wanting to save face and often hitting her, but acting lowly in front of others. Recently, however, she truly felt confidence and pride emanating from Qin Han—a confidence and pride hidden behind his calm exterior, which Song Yuwei still sensed.
"Touched by the Immortal, huh?" The comment was purely perfunctory; he obviously couldn't tell Song Yuwei that another impressive soul was harbored in this young body. It would be too fantastical.
