"Uncle Li is really this wealthy?" Jiang Xiaoti leaned close to Lu Yujing's ear and whispered secretly.
She had seen too many middle-aged men pretending to be rich—acting all generous on the surface, but when it came to real action, they couldn't even let out a fart.
Lu Yujing thought Jiang Xiaoti was petty and lacked insight. The corner of her lips curved into a barely noticeable mocking smile. "Uncle is just low-key. His wealth is something you couldn't catch up with even after hundreds of lifetimes of hard work."
Jiang Xiaoti suddenly became overwhelmingly curious. "Don't you think hundreds of lifetimes is an exaggeration? What exactly does Uncle Li do?"
Lu Yujing no longer responded and instead displayed an enigmatic smile. Jiang Xiaoti, sensing the cue, wisely refrained from further questions.
