Chen Xue'er was crying fiercely, even three million was a challenge for someone from a moderately affluent family in Jiang City.
If she told her father about this, he would be furious, wouldn't he?
A tall figure walked over and sat in front of her.
Chen Xue'er looked up, and her already teary eyes became even redder.
The person who came was none other than her arranged date, Wang Bo, a small-time actor living in Yanjing, or perhaps... an internet celebrity.
After all, he didn't have any noteworthy works to speak of right now.
Wang Bo pulled out a bank card, pushed it in front of Chen Xue'er, and said, "I know about the Painting God's 'Spring Day Painting.' Here's exactly three million, which is my saved salary from working hard in Yanjing for three years, take it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xue'er was stunned.
Could it be that she's really that attractive?
