"What you said is true. I am very rich." Gu Duo lightly threw the check in front of Chu Yu. His face was always cold. "I just wonder how much Mr. Chu would earn if he became a gigolo."
As Gu Duo said this, he sized up Chu Yu and clicked his tongue. "I'm afraid that you wouldn't be able to earn five million in your entire life."
The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter. Chu Yu's expression changed, and in the end, his face turned red.
"Why do you still want to ride on my head? Do you still have a sense of superiority from being a gigolo?"
Chu Yu did not care about what was next to him. He picked it up and threw it at Gu Duo without a care.
The solution in the test tube was a high concentration of sulfuric acid. Just a little bit of it was enough to destroy a person.
Gu Duo did not care about such a small distance at all. He subconsciously wanted to dodge.
