Qiao Jing pulled at the corner of her mouth wordlessly, her red lips slightly parted as she slowly spoke:
"It's fine to say that to others, but to me? Do you think I'm in need of money, or do you think he has less money than you?"
Fu Ming's earlier speech was something she could achieve on her own; she fundamentally didn't need anyone else.
Hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei's dark eyes lit up.
It seemed he had surpassed everything else in Qiao Jing's heart.
Qiao Jing held no good impressions of Fu Ming and, without paying him any further attention, she started walking toward the direction of the hot springs.
"Let's go."
Fu Ming stood still, staring unceasingly at their departing figures, his brow furrowed in bafflement.
How could a woman not be interested in these things? That shouldn't be the case! Previously, as soon as he presented such conditions, those women would throw themselves at him.
As he thought this, Young Master Wang came over.
