At this moment, if it weren't for Zhang Fan awakening his Bloodline Power, Bai Chong really wanted to smash Zhang Fan's damn dog head.
Calling their Bai Family poor—after all these years, Zhang Fan was the very first.
You have to know, ordinary Ancient Martial Families can't even produce a single Spirit Stone.
But they could actually give Zhang Fan one every six months!
What does that tell you?
And ten million a month as pocket money, that's already really not low, okay?
Right now, the five of them—Bai Chong and the others—honestly had no idea what to say.
Prove the Bai Family is rich?
They'd already proved it, hadn't they.
Damn it, there's just no way to keep this conversation going.
For a moment, Bai Chong and the others really didn't know what to say.
Meanwhile, over on Bai Yujing's side, his eyeballs were about to pop out.
???
Is the gap between people really this huge?
Zhang Fan actually disdained joining the Bai Family?
Disdained becoming that Young Master?
