Two hundred and thirty thousand, leave my sister...
Upon hearing this, the corner of Zuo Luan's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Having held a high position for so many years, he really hadn't heard such small numbers in a long time.
A startup fund for a Bao Family project starts at least in the tens of billions, okay?
And isn't Jiang Zirui the eldest young master of the Jiang Family?
How come there's only two hundred and thirty thousand in the bank account? What's that enough to buy...
The protagonist of this situation, Bao Nan, however, remained calm, as if he hadn't heard Jiang Zirui's words.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Zirui snorted coldly, internally mocking.
He sure can endure, remaining calm in the face of a huge sum.
Thinking this, he pulled over a chair, sitting with his legs crossed.
"Tell me, what do you like about my sister? Money? Looks? Body? Anyway, I don't think your love for her is genuine."
