"What's wrong?"
"Why do I get the feeling you're really rich? Like, richer than my family!"
"Do you?"
Xu Yun smiled. "I've always thought of myself as pretty poor."
"You call that poor?"
Xino couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "You're probably the richest person my age I've ever met."
For rich kids like her, even though their families had money, it wasn't theirs. It was all in their parents' hands.
When they went out, they usually just used the credit cards their parents gave them.
There weren't many people like Xu Yun—a total beast who could casually drop tens of millions on his own without even telling his family.
In her entire life, she'd only ever met one other person like that. He was from Shanghai, a true big shot whose father was a regular on the wealth rankings.
"Not really. I'm just willing to spend money."
Xu Yun said, "Honestly, I'm just an ordinary guy."
"Right, right, an ordinary guy."
