Thinking about that little bit of money in his bank account, Jiang Zirui felt a pain in his liver.
He only gets a little over a thousand bucks a month for pocket money.
Not even as much as the loose change of the Jiang Family's steward's salary.
Not to mention those rich kids his age, they each have millions in pocket money.
The money in his account was saved up with a lot of effort.
He completely gave up on his mom, who claims he's not married yet and has no reason to spend money.
It really infuriated him.
Looking at his almost ferocious expression, Bao Nan's mouth twitched slightly, and he propped himself up with one hand.
Zuo Luan quickly handed the check to him.
With a steel pen, Bao Nan wrote something on the check.
Jiang Zirui stood across from him, slightly raised his eyebrows, snorting coldly: "What? Trying to act like a big spender? I'll tell you, I, Jiang Zirui, am made of tough stuff, and no matter what, I won't acknowledge your identity."
