Qiao Weimin was wearing a jacket and slippers. His suit pants were creased beyond recognition, and his belt had not been buttoned yet. His face was oily, and his short hair was like a bird's nest. His beard was unshaven. This image shocked everyone who knew him.
Although Qiao Weimin was idle at home every day, he had always treated himself as a major shareholder. Every time he went out, he would tidy up and put on a show. He also liked to pretend to be profound when he spoke. He was unlike today, who was like a hunchbacked man on the street. Before he got close to everyone, they could already smell the sour and refreshing smell on his body.
However, no one knew how shocked Qiao Weimin was.
He had just received a phone call from someone who told him that Jing Yunzhao had spent two hundred thousand on Old Li!
200,000! How did this wretched girl have so much money?