"Your Uncle Huang is quite generous. Today's expenses must be at least a million, right?" Su Chen said, lounging on the sofa and leisurely admiring the beautiful view of Victoria Harbor outside the window.
"Hmph, generous? It's only because of my status as the young master of the Wada Group. He makes a fortune off Wada every year. This bit of money is just a drop in the bucket for him!"
The corners of Sicong's mouth turned down slightly, and a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.
Su Chen noticed that Sicong's expression was a bit off. He leaned in curiously and asked, "Your expression tells me something's up, and it's about this Uncle Huang. Spill it, what's the situation?"
"What situation could there be? A while ago, I stayed at a hotel and found the interior decor so disgusting that I went online and tore it apart. But guess what happened..." As he said this, the corner of Sicong's mouth twitched.
