What? Yun City's wealthiest?
Fan Zheyu froze, gazing up at Lin Fan in shock. Wei Yue'er just said, what, Lin Fan is Yun City's wealthiest?
"Are you kidding, Yue'er? Don't joke around here. This country bumpkin, how could he be Yun City's wealthiest? Even if you don't fancy me, you don't have to try to scare me like this!" Fan Zheyu chuckled.
He had been calling Lin Fan a country bumpkin and a poor ghost for some time now. If Lin Fan were truly Yun City's wealthiest, then he'd be super embarrassed.
Wei Yue'er said, "Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe it, you can ask the villagers around you. They all know."
The villagers watching nodded in agreement.
Fan Zheyu saw this, and laughed angrily, "Alright, you country bumpkins, did you all band together to mess with me? A group of poor ghosts, of course, you're all from his village, you'd gang up against an outsider like me!"
The villagers shook their heads again, denying Fan Zheyu's words.
