The people at the scene, like the Celestial Empress, focused their gaze on the source of the sound.
There, Zhou Chengcheng stood up with disheveled hair, a crazed look on her face, shouting, "Impossible!"
"What is impossible?" Qiao Jiaying's frown deepened. A perfectly good charity event was about to end.
But it was ruined this way, and the Celestial Empress was not in a good mood.
"Him!" Zhou Chengcheng angrily pointed at Qin Hao. "He can't possibly have so much money!"
No one spoke. Whether he had that much money was one thing; to come out and point fingers was another.
Qin Hao was able to attend, surely he doesn't seem like someone using donations as a facade to show off?
But Zhou Chengcheng thought everyone believed him and continued shouting, "He, a sports deadbeat, even if he won a world championship, so what? How much money could that be?"
Qiao Jiaying's face showed warm anger.
She couldn't take it anymore.
