Three hundred... thousand?
Qin Yiren widened her eyes in surprise, Qingmei's delicate face full of astonishment.
Her mind was still stuck five years ago when such a number was a very large sum of money.
According to the average salary of a Medical University graduate, it might take over twenty years to earn.
"Of course, this money is earned by myself, and I have total control over it. My family is very liberal, and they will definitely like you."
As he spoke, Bo Jinghang looked at her with gentle eyes, his smooth voice making her blush and her heart race: "Trust me, you deserve the best of everything."
Does she... really deserve it?
In Qin Yiren's dark eyes, a hint of water appeared, her rosy lips curved slightly, and she lowered her eyes uneasily.
She had been adopted by the Huang Family since childhood, and although Mother Yan treated her well, living under someone else's roof made it hard for her to be as confident and outgoing as girls from regular families.
