He didn't need friends either.
So, when Cheng Weiyue said that, he just found it laughable, "Friends? Give me the money, and I'll be your friend."
Cheng Weiyue had been spoiled growing up. Her father Cheng Cunzheng had his daughter when he was forty, and it was an understatement to say she was doted on. As a result, she always had a bit of pocket money on her.
The little girl felt her bulging purse, "No, I'm visiting my grandparents today. I need to give them this money."
Jiang Jinran's smile at the corner of his mouth widened.
Good, she had money, but she wasn't planning to give it to him.
Jiang Jinran planned to knock her out, take her money, and leave Nan En, this annoying woman.
Such a bean sprout of a girl, it shouldn't take much effort to overpower her, right?
Jiang Jinran thought this and was ready to make his move.
But then, Cheng Weiyue suddenly took out a lollipop from her pocket and offered it to him.