Tang Yuchen leaned against the chair, his gaze lazily yet deeply fixed on her as he hooked his lips into a sneer, "One hundred million for a dowry? An Ruo, are you worth that much?"
An Ruo also smiled, but it was a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "What does it matter if I'm not worth it, it was your own willingness to pay one hundred million. Did anyone force you?"
The man's gaze suddenly deepened, "Are you saying that I have made a loss? Do you want to compensate me for the extra money I paid?"
"Why should I compensate you? You paid the money voluntarily. Besides, I haven't received a single cent. To ask me for compensation, dream on!"
Tang Yuchen looked at An Ruo and suddenly stopped arguing with her. This woman seemed to have changed, becoming sharp-tongued and not so easily bullied anymore.
He curled the corners of his mouth amusedly, finding her change rather interesting.
"An Ruo, I really underestimated you," he said with a faint smile.
