Bai Qingling felt that Ziyang's behavior today was a bit abnormal.

When did he love money so much?

But think about it, that is one hundred million.

Although their parents are rich, they are very poor.

From the age of eighteen, I have died on my own.

Ziyang must not be able to withstand the temptation of 100 million yuan.

"It seems to make sense. Each of you has 100 million yuan, and I will never finish eating or drinking in my life."

Bai Qingling is very beautiful when she thinks about it.

It doesn't necessarily cost as much as you have.

But it feels really good to have money in your hands.

Thinking of this, she smiled again, "Ziyang, don't worry, I will definitely follow the 100 million yuan."

"Well, I believe in you."

Ziyang hung up the phone.

He said to himself contradictoryly to the screen, "Sister Qingling, you will definitely thank me in the future."

Ziyang pursed his lips, clicked on WeChat and edited a message and sent it out.
Chapter completed!