That man was always worried that others would lay their hands on him, just like a young maiden.
Lei Zhonglian felt ashamed for him.
Fang Chengyu looked shy as he looked at him and laughed bashfully.
"Don't worry, we have money," he said seriously, referring to the ledger in front of him. "Look, our spending."
Zhu Zan looked at the accounting books. When he read "De Sheng Chang", his eyebrows shot up.
"Ohhhhh," he dragged out, and his eyes swept over Fang Chengyu and Miss Jun again. "Ok, so you were rich all along." He said it with such resentment. "But just because you're rich does not mean you can waste money."
Fang Chengyu smiled gently.
"No such thing," he said. "It is difficult to buy happiness with money. Now, we spend money and everyone is happy. We are happy, so many others are happy. Buying happiness is worthwhile."
Zhu Zan looked at him strangely.
"The thought process of the rich is unique," he said.
