The women around were all taken aback, not expecting Lin Xia to be so rich.
The beauties present, each one of them, those who could gather around Young Master Liang for favor, all came from ordinary families.
Huaxia women are just like this: the more ordinary the girl's family is, the more she has her eyes set in the sky and looks down on ordinary people.
A burst of envy and jealousy overtook them, and they whispered among themselves, "This little demon must be someone's mistress!"
"She must be; otherwise, how could she be so rich at such a young age!"
"Sigh, why don't today's girls understand self-respect?"
"..."
After a while of sighing, Liang Fa also wrote a check, frowning as he said, "Now that we have a check, we need an intermediary to verify if the check is real!"
"Yes, it needs a good check. Perhaps it's a bad check, a scheme to deceive us!"
Immediately, someone echoed in agreement.
