"Bull shit!"
Even as a wave of surprised murmur rose from the crowd, a middle-aged man with golden rim glasses stepped forward and said with a serious face: "Sir, do you have any proof that she owes you ten billion?"
"Do you have any legal documents?"
"Transaction records? Witnesses?"
The serious-looking man poured questions at Chen Fan. Seeing Chen Fan didn't have an answer, a distant look surfaced on his hard face: "So you have nothing to prove that Miss Zheng owes you ten billion. So does that mean I can claim that Superman Li owes me a hundred billion? What's the big deal anyway?"
After he had said that, the entire room was filled with laughter.
The ladies in the room still managed to keep their elegant demeanor so they simply covered their mouth and giggled. Some of the girls were wearing a low cut dress and their giggling shook their half-exposed bosom. Even Zheng Anqi was amused by the man's remark.