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
















