"I don't know if this has crossed a line or not, but I know that there's too little money to go around, so she doesn't want to share any of it with others," Wei Zhou stared at him and said coldly.
Lan Jian's expression froze, and he could only say stubbornly, "What's so great about that. Do I look like I need money?"
"If you don't need money, then why did you come to my place? Don't tell me you're just here to rant. If you are, then I suggest you find a park. There are many disgruntled uncles and aunties hanging around there. You can go rant with them," Wei Zhou said mercilessly.
Lan Jian didn't know what to say.
Lan Jian did not know why, but when he looked at Wei Zhou now, he actually felt like Wei Zhou seemed to remind him of Su Yan. It was as if Su Yan had possessed Wei Zhou. It was either that the two of them did not speak, or they would say something hurtful and nasty.
