"Guess all you want, this matter has nothing to do with you. As for Fu Lihan's card, the money inside is what I deserve. If you feel unfair for him, you can have him come find me again."
Just perfect, another chance to fleece him.
Looking at Jiang Lai's indifferent attitude, Zhao Zhaozhao felt like ants were gnawing at her insides, her curiosity mounting to anxiety.
She hadn't been sleeping well lately, just wanting to know where on earth Jiang Lai got the money to buy such an expensive house.
So she took the initiative to bend, to invite for a meal.
But in the end, the meal was over, yet she still couldn't pry a single word out.
Zhao Zhaozhao inexplicably felt betrayed.
Jiang Lai secretly getting better, yet still guarded against her, afraid she'd discover her secret.
They're friends who know each other well, what secret could she possibly have that she can't share?
