"Smack!"
A pile of sparkling gold bank cards was whipped out by Ruan An, looking arrogantly at the women: "Ladies, it's fine if you don't want to come with me."
"I have a total of twelve bank cards here, each with a balance of five hundred thousand."
Grabbing the dozen or so cards in his hands, he motioned to the women, Ruan An was full of pride.
In the past, he had encountered this kind of situation, whenever he said that sentence, all the women initially rejected him, but the moment he showed these cards, they changed completely.
Various "stud" calls, they just really wanted these cards.
Now, Ruan An thought Lin Qingxue and the others were similar to those women, he didn't believe these women didn't love money.
But he seemed to have forgotten that, whether it was Molan's car or Ailin's, their vehicles were worth more than hundreds of thousands, they were million-dollar cars.
