"What? Foolishly rich?"
Qingqing looked at the drunken Qingling.
Her face was flushed, her eyes dreamy, and even her smile seemed to carry a hint of drunkenness. Qingqing could only guess she was drunk.
But how did Qingling think of Chu Junming as foolishly rich and sharp-tongued? In her opinion, compared to Brother Ziyi, Chu Junming was a refined gentleman as gentle as jade.
Qingling tilted her head, looking at Qingling, nodded at her, and continued to smile.
"Yeah, do you all know how much money you have?"
Qingqing nodded, "Of course, I know how much money I have."
She was very poor.
Qingling then turned to ask Momo, Tongtong, and Qinghuan.
They all nodded, "Of course we know how much money we have, otherwise how can we shop endlessly."
Qingling smiled even brighter, "Exactly, we all know how much money we have, but Chu Junming said he doesn't even know how much he has, isn't that foolishly rich?"
"He told you that?"
Tongtong asked with a smile.
