"Do you have any idea that just the dividends alone from the Qiao Group shares I hold amount to far more than this paltry sum? You actually thought you could dismiss me with ten million Huaxia yuan. Do you take me, Qiao Quankun, for a beggar?"
Qiao Junfeng, who had been pale with lingering fear, snapped back to reality and hurriedly chimed in, "That's right! How could ten million Huaxia yuan ever be enough? A sports car alone costs several million, and my allowance for chasing girls every month is at least several hundred thousand. With just ten million Huaxia yuan, it's impossible to survive."
A look of sarcasm flashed across Chilian's eyes. They were on the verge of losing their lives, yet they were still obsessing over sports cars and women. Trashy rich second-generation heirs like these actually dared to try and cross her master—they really had no idea of their own limitations.
Chapter 157