After Xiao Yihe's self-suggestion, he calmed down. He raised his chin slightly and, pretending to be modest but actually showing off, said a number, "Actually, it's not much, just 1.5 billion."
1.5 billion? Congratulations to Xiao Yihe, this 1.5 billion is going down the drain.
An Lan thought cheerfully, but she clicked her tongue and said with a half-smile, "1.5 billion, huh, Xiao Yihe, you're quite well-off. Not long ago, I asked you to lend me 300 million, and you didn't have it, but now you can suddenly come out with 1.5 billion."
Xiao Yihe chuckled dryly, "I knew you and Huo Zhanting were joking with me. How could you lack such a small amount of money? An Xuan and they are fine."
Who was joking with you? An Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She was too lazy to continue this topic with Xiao Yihe, "Certainly not as wealthy as you. I wonder if CEO Ouyang's Lot 250 has started construction. If not, I know some reliable building material suppliers I could introduce to him."
