"Heh," Yin Ruohong sneered, "Once those snobbish bastards from the Huo family see who Cancan is, then I'll take Cancan back to Southeast Asia! Let that little brat Huo Zhixing regret it!"
Old Chen twitched his lips, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, right, and one more thing!" Yin Ruohong missed the most important point, "Before leaving Southeast Asia, I'll first give him a shot to make him stupid!"
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Every Thursday afternoon is Fu Xiuyu and Yin Wenxi's afternoon tea time.
That day, they chose a relatively niche coffee shop, nestled between mountains and the sea, with beautiful scenery and brightly colored decorations, giving it a unique exotic feel.
As soon as Yin Wenxi entered, she looked around with a big smile: "At first glance, I thought I had returned to Southeast Asia!"
Fu Xiuyu smiled smugly; this gave her a greater sense of accomplishment than finding a place that satisfied her.
"I knew you'd like it here! That's why I cleared the place out beforehand; it'll just be the two of us this afternoon!"
"Really?" Yin Wenxi reached out and pinched her cheek. "How come you're so good at handling things? You know I don't like crowded places!"
"Hey! You're saying I look old?" Fu Xiuyu slapped her hand away. "Stop pinching me, I just had a facial!"
"Really?" Yin Wenxi looked closely. "Your skin seems pretty good. What skincare products do you usually use?"
Fu Xiuyu raised her chin, her expression arrogant, and slowly uttered three words: "With money!"
"You're crazy!" Yin Wenxi laughed and rolled her eyes at her.
This person has never been able to speak properly since school days, and always gives irrelevant answers.
“It really is with money!” Fu Xiuyu said seriously. “Yin Wenxi, I hate your detached, otherworldly attitude! You think money is vulgar, right? But everything we have now is given to us by vulgar money! Including this cup of coffee you’re drinking right now, the seat you’re sitting in, the service you’re enjoying… Without money, who would care about you?”
Yin Wenxi frowned, looking at her impassioned speech, feeling somewhat strange.
"So, I want to give you some advice," Fu Xiuyu said in a low voice, "Don't go against money. Yin Ruohong has plenty of money now..."
"Stop!" Yin Wenxi pouted, forbidding her from mentioning that person again.
However, she quickly realized what was going on. "Fu Xiuyu, what do you mean? Aren't you the one who hates Yin Ruohong the most? Are you here today to be his advocate?"
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