He asked if she had any money. Su Ci shook her head honestly. "None." *Pfft.* A wave of laughter swept through the crowd, everyone mocking her. A slow smirk touched Fu Nancheng’s thin lips. He uttered two words: "Little pauper." *What? Little pauper?* Su Ci was speechless. She hadn’t been the one to raise the hundred-million-dollar paddle. She really was broke. Fine. He had the money, so whatever