Although Wen Xishu doesn't remember, his strong inner foundation remains.
That exquisite acting, the actor's self-cultivation, allowed him to quickly immerse himself in the role. To the gangsters he was a reckless driver and a knife-wielder.
But now, he's a rich second generation.
"Don't ask, otherwise this game won't be fun. Coming out for this kind of show, I still care about my reputation."
The woman was already extremely polite and sensible:
"Yes, I didn't expect you would come to this kind of show. Are you... really willing to donate a building? Actually, there's no need to go to such expense; our school is quite good already, this money could be better spent..."
Wen Xishu made a shushing gesture:
"That's all easy to say. It's not a big deal, whether I give money to you or the event host, or even to a stray dog on the roadside, it's all fun."
"But since I'm here, I want to win the competition. Whoever can help me win, I will reward. Moreover, I quite like you."
