Zhu Bufan, young and hot-blooded, was further irritated by Su Bingqian's remark. Now he was beyond control, dragging Su Bingqian towards the door to run out.
The middle-aged man passing by the door saw his daughter about to be snatched away and suddenly shouted coldly: "Stop, you rascal, what do you think you're doing!"
Su Bingshan hurried forward to mediate: "Dad, don't be angry, Bufan is just joking with Qian. I'm here, they won't really fight. It's okay, we're all family here, we can sit down and talk it over."
The old man's demeanor softened slightly, but Su Bingqian was relentless, saying: "No, today you must take out a hundred thousand in front of me! I've seen plenty of bullshitters, huh!"
"Then let's go. I'll let you see enough all at once!" Zhu Bufan was now wealthy and didn't fear being scrutinized. With more than 1.5 million on this card, take a look all you want, I'm the tycoon no matter how you slice it.
