Nangong Jin was so irritated by Di Mingjue that he almost spat blood, stomping his foot he said, "How do you want to bet?"
"Let's keep the bet small, just a hundred million, betting on whether my baby will come over or not." Di Mingjue said calmly.
Nangong Jin raised his eyebrow, "Whoa, Di Mingjue, are you planning to get rich by flaunting your affection?"
"You could say that." Di Mingjue nodded indifferently, showing no shame.
Nangong Jin: "..."
"Then bet with him." Di Mingchen chimed in, "Xiaojin, bet with him, we'll split the money fifty-fifty!"
It seems like Di Mingchen couldn't stand Di Mingjue's arrogance and sharp tongue anymore!
"I'll chip in too." Di Mingzhe added.
"I'll join in as well." Nangong Yue, who had been listening to their conversation, spoke up.
Di Mingjue was isolated now, but this was normal for him; he was too cocky and sharp-tongued, so whenever he attempted to show affection publicly, he was usually strongly disdained and collectively isolated.
