Han Jintian frowned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He said shamelessly, "Two billion? Are you drunk on fruit juice? Don't I know how many congratulatory gifts our Han family has sent and how much it's worth? If you hadn't pushed Qingqing just now, this thing wouldn't have fallen. Every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor, so you should be the one to compensate."
Han Jintian was cold and fierce. His fierce face looked scary. Feng Jianing was suppressed by his aura and felt weak in her heart. However, she was indignant. Xie Shihao and Gu Qingye were protecting Feng Qing in school, and now, even the young master of the Han family was protecting Feng Qing at her engagement banquet?
