Qiao Nian leaned back and looked at him in surprise.
It was rare for Ye Wangchuan to see her surprised. He couldn't get enough of her. He lifted her black hair that had fallen to her brow bone and looked at her beautiful eyes. Smiling, he said, "Betrothal gift."
The one billion yuan was considered a betrothal gift.
Qiao Nian understood what he meant. However, when she saw that the initiative was in his hands again, she was a little unhappy. Instead, she looked at him provocatively and raised her beautiful eyes slightly, then hummed and said, "In that case, that's not enough, right?"
The dignified Young Master Ye of Beijing had only offered a billion yuan in betrothal gifts. It was a little lacking.
She was just joking.
However, a certain someone seemed to take it seriously. He revealed a thoughtful and serious expression as if he was wondering how many betrothal gifts he was going to give her.
