The Sun family may indeed be wealthy, but it doesn't mean that he can casually spend a thousand pieces of silver. Although he is the young master of the Sun family, he is not the only grandson. Especially when the Head of the house is still Grandpa Sun, no matter how much money the Sun family has, it won't be Sun Yaowen's turn to recklessly dispense it.
Ji Xiulan scoffed at him: "Bah! Anyway, you can turn black into white with your smooth talk!"
Sun Yaowen was not annoyed either. He chuckled and squeezed her chest, "Isn't this what you like about me? Now you are jealous of me. When you were serving the old man, I didn't get jealous of you."
Ji Xiulan snorted coldly: "You dare to be jealous!"
Sun Yaowen's hand became more presumptuous, he directly undid her waistband, reached into her pants, and sneered, "What's so satisfying about serving that old man? In the end, don't you still rely on me to satisfy you? Now you dare to dislike me, huh?"