Aiden Sheldon had never seen such cold, emotionless eyes.
His whole body involuntarily shivered.
When those seasoned business moguls united to crush the Sheldon family in the past, Aiden wasn't even interested enough to pay them a glance.
Yet this young girl of ordinary background made him feel a deeply hidden sense of danger.
Yes, danger.
He could completely sense that this girl truly disliked him and had no intention of ingratiating herself with him.
He had casually blurted out earlier that Lawrence Winters was asking for a WeChat transfer, as if she was really after his WeChat ID...
Now he understood; she was just purely asking for money.
Aiden's lips twitched, and his tone softened involuntarily. He lowered his voice and said, "…WeChat transfer, twenty times, for two fish slice porridge and two baskets of pan-fried buns."
His voice was weak, seemingly tormented by low blood sugar.
