"That's already the tenth bill! Is the male lead really not going to care?!"
6677 stared at Saphen, who was wearing sunglasses, flanked by an entourage hauling bags. Meanwhile, the man himself had both hands in his pockets, looking perfectly relaxed while swiping card after card. In the end, 6677 couldn't hold back and shouted.
Saphen didn't bother looking at it. "The male lead hasn't cried yet, so what are you crying for? Afraid I'll spend all of his money?"
6677 said bluntly, "Speaking of the male lead's money, I'm afraid even if you spent for three lifetimes you still wouldn't run out."
Saphen chuckled. "That's good then."
He said that, but after buying the fourth supercar of the day, even Saphen couldn't help falling into deep thought.
He glanced at the smiling staff members nearby, and all he wanted was to hold a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Just how absurdly rich is the male lead?!"
Saphen practically screamed in despair.
