"Yes, darling, we're not short of money," Huo Jingtang added supportively.
He wanted others to know that Qin Yucen was the treasure in the palm of his hand, untouchable by anyone.
In the past, Qin Yucen had always disdained using power to bully others, but today she found this feeling incredibly satisfying.
Because An Qianmei could no longer maintain the smile on her face; her expression was like a color palette, constantly changing. She had lost her cool from the bottom of her heart, appearing disheveled, flustered, and helpless.
It was a kind of victory in defeating an enemy, bringing a feeling of immense satisfaction.
At that moment, An Qianmei felt as if she was driven to a corner, like drowning with no one to rescue her.
