Rich!
Ji You instinctively straightened her body, looking toward the source of the sound. However, amidst the commotion, the person who had just spoken suddenly ducked, burrowing into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Huh?" Ji You craned her neck, peering around: "Where did they hide?"
The voice was very familiar; even if it turned to ashes, Ji You would recognize it!
That!
That's the voice of that weak chicken!
But the question is, how could a pauper like the weak chicken come up with 99.99 million?
This isn't 999,900, nor is it 999,900 credit points; it's 99.99 million!
Nearly 100 million in money, could the weak chicken really afford that?
Everyone at the scene was shocked into an instant silence by that high-pitched voice.
Even someone as composed as Cheng Yu widened his eyes: "Rich!"
