Miss Ye, Do You Want Me to Support You?
編輯: Atlas Studios
Pei Yunze raised an eyebrow and his lips curled into a faint smile as he raised his glass.
"No problem."
Ye Qingqiu smiled and took a sip.
Then, he placed his hand on the armrest of Pei Yaochi's wheelchair.
"Looks like I have to thank Fanxing for finding me a simple and easy job."
Pei Yaochi looked up at her. "Are you short of money?"
"Of course." Ye Qingqiu swirled the wine glass in her hand as her beautiful eyes swept around the banquet hall. "What are these people doing if they don't lack money?"
After what happened to Gu Zeyan and Xia Yao, Pei Yaochi seemed to have seen through some things.
She didn't even ponder over Ye Qingqiu's words before understanding the situation.
Indeed, everyone was busy at the edge of a money-centered vortex.
He was like a walking corpse.
No matter how rich anyone was, they were still working for money and power.
It was the same for her cousin.