"Young lady, just give it to me. I'm willing to pay. Though I don't have a hundred million, I'm willing to offer a million to buy it."
The chubby man hurriedly said.
"I don't want your money. Just promise me you'll do more good deeds in the future and not be a heartless wealthy person," Zhao Zhiruo said.
"Alright, alright."
Listening, Ye Qingfeng found it somewhat amusing. In his mind, these promises were the weakest possible.
He always preferred to solve problems simply and directly. Such methods of judgment and education and then asking for promises didn't suit him. But as long as Zhao Zhiruo was happy, Ye Qingfeng didn't stop her.
"Remember to give the million to this man. Consider it me buying the jade pendant from him."
Ye Qingfeng said directly.
In his mind, the value of this jade pendant was far more important than a million.
