Upon hearing Allison calling him a poor bumpkin, Xu Feng nearly puked out a mouthful of blood.
Nothing was more injustice than having a bunch of spoiled heiresses calling you poor!
He was still a bona fide self-made millionaire. But in front of these two heiresses, his wealth was truly nothing.
Nevertheless, they should have still given him some credit and not been so ruthless.
"Yes, I'm a poor bumpkin. I cannot afford to bet in this type of setting." Xu Feng soon composed himself and suppressed his emotions. He realized he tended to lose some of his composure when meeting with his old companions.
Although his old companion never held any memories of him, he still remembered vividly as if it was still yesterday's event.
"Don't be like that," Allison softly consoled him. "You can still bet. Your former professor will gladly pay on your behalf."
