"Qiao An, if you're sick, take medicine. Public displays of affection can't cure your illness."
Qiao An took a closer look. Although this person's name was unknown to her, his name was extremely familiar—Thunderbolt Blade?
Who else could it be but Li Xiaoran?
"What's wrong with me?" she asked suspiciously.
"Silly," Thunderbolt Blade replied.
Qiao An knew why Li Xiaoran called her stupid. He probably felt that she was failing miserably, but she refused to get up.
But how would he know that she wanted to pave a path for herself?
Thunderbolt Blade started teasing her again. "I heard that you became rich overnight and are already a rich woman on the Capital's Rich List." He didn't forget to send two drooling emojis at the end.
Qiao An felt Li Xiaoran's deep mockery of her.
Qiao An hooked his finger at him and said, "That's right. I'm good at making money. Come on, I'll take you to get rich together."
