Qiao Jiezhe had just finished speaking when a sharp, sarcastic female voice came from the other side. Zhu Li sneered, "You can't even bear to part with 5 hundred thousand! And you have the nerve to call yourself a rich second generation? I've wasted my time playing with you for so long! Do you really think I've got this much free time? With this effort, I don't even know how many rich kids I could have fooled! 5 hundred thousand? Pfft! You dare ask for it! I could easily coax a rich kid for millions! I've wasted my time and energy on you, I may as well have fed it to the dogs!"
After letting it all out, Zhu Li finally felt relieved!
Qiao Jiezhe was completely stunned.
He felt as if he was hallucinating, wondering how the gentle, kind Zhu Li could say such venomous words. Yet he was aware that even if the tone changed, from sweet talk to harsh words, it unmistakably was her voice.
Qiao Jiezhe felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, his whole heart went cold.
