"Miss Ying really knows how to ask for a lot, opening her mouth for five million." Recalling Wen Fucheng's warning earlier in the day, a flash of displeasure crossed Ji Xian's face.
Ying Jing found herself in a familiar scenario.
She knew this plot like the back of her hand!
She pretended to be surprised.
"No way! Miss Ji, you don't even have five million? I always thought you were rich?"
This woman was doing it on purpose, saying such things to anger her. Ji Xian was indeed provoked by her words.
Ying Jing was the most unique woman she had ever met.
"I have five million, but it depends on whether Miss Ying has the ability to take it."
"Sorry, I'm not interested anymore." Ying Jing didn't want to waste her time on her; she'd been out long enough, and Wen Fucheng would come looking soon.
Ji Xian didn't want her to leave so easily.
"What is Miss Ying afraid of?"
Yeah, right, afraid of what?
