PFFT!
Gou Dan's words were almost too much for Wei Yilong's fragile little heart.
'Holy shit, a fountain pen worth almost two hundred million!! Just how rich is this guy?!'
'It seems that even if my family monopolized the entire country's spicy gluten strip market, we still wouldn't be a match for the pen in his hand!'
'Sigh, my life isn't even worth as much as a pen...'
While Wei Yilong was in shock, Bai Menghan, Su Tantan, and the young foreigner behind him weren't faring much better.
Bai Menghan knew Fang Chenyi was extremely rich, but she had no idea he was rich to this degree.
For a moment, a faint sense of inferiority welled up inside her.
But she quickly cast that feeling aside. 'I'm no worse than anyone else. I believe that with my own hard work, even if I can't compare to Fang Chenyi, I can definitely earn enough money to support myself.'
