Looking at Lu Tianxing's ghostly expression, Xue Bing's face stiffened, and she spoke with disdain, "I say, Lu Tianxing, what's with that look? Can you not be so stingy? You're the Third Young Master of the Lu Family and the man of the chairman of Bai's Group. Just think about how much your Bai's Group makes, and how much money the Lu Family has. If you just let a little slip through your fingers, a lot of people could live worry-free for life. And yet you're still so stingy. I never believed this saying before, but now I do: the richer the person, the more miserly they are."
Hearing Xue Bing's disdainful words, Lu Tianxing smiled wryly and said, "Xiao Bing, you're just saying that because you're standing there and not feeling the pain. You don't run this household; you don't know how expensive the basic necessities are. Even if you have money, you shouldn't waste it."
"So, you're saying you don't want to treat me today?" Xue Bing squinted at Lu Tianxing and said.
