Tang Yanqi stared at the card in Sheng Jianan's hand for two seconds, then shook her head, "No need, I don't have anything to buy."
Sheng Jianan didn't care about anything, directly stuffing it into her hand, "The card I gave you last time, use it if you want, or don't, twenty thousand is too little, can't buy much."
Tang Yanqi: "!!!"
Twenty thousand is too little?
Tang Yanqi couldn't help but roll her eyes, speaking without thinking, blurting out, "Aren't you afraid I'll bankrupt you?"
Sheng Jianan heard her, suddenly laughing, "Bankrupt me? Only if you have that skill."
The man's lips curled up, his brows and eyes grew more audacious, his whole being shrouded in a strong aura of supremacy, making him seem overflowing with wealth.
Tang Yanqi could only sigh again at the disparity between people.
Truth is, ever since she stopped working at the western restaurant and giving private lessons, she's been penniless, wishing she could turn one yuan into two.
