Gu Qingcheng put down the coffee cup in her hand, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.
"Did I not make myself clear enough?" Her eyes were bright and clear, as if there was no scheming in them. She said to Yuan Qiaolan word by word, "No wonder Chu He didn't take you seriously because you're not worthy of being her opponent. After all, you don't even know how much 800 billion is."
Yuan Qiaolan slammed the table angrily. "Gu Qingcheng, you're asking for it! How dare you mock me!"
"Did I say something wrong?" Gu Qingcheng smiled faintly, her voice soft but sharp. "Big Sister Yuan, that's 800 billion. Even if you send beggars away and give them cash one by one, it'll take more than a month."
Yuan Qiaolan picked up the coffee in front of her and threw it at Gu Qingcheng's face.
"Who's a beggar? Who the hell are you calling a beggar from the Heavenly State?!"
Gu Qingcheng turned her head and avoided the cup of coffee.