บท 103: Hall of Nine Tones

After throwing all those nonsensical and distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, Ai Hui’s mind was now at peace. All that stuff about Bangwan or his one hundred fifty million yuan didn’t matter to him anymore. He wasn’t going to waste any more time and effort on that ingrate—it wasn’t as if they were related in any way. Ai Hui was stingy with his time and would much rather spend it on those close to him.

Was the ingrate within his intimate social circle? Certainly not.

Only Lou Lan, Fatty, Teacher Wang, Mistress, and Senior Mingxiu were worthy. Everyone else can just go mind their own business!

As for the one hundred fifty million? Hehe, forget about it.

Having grown up in the Wilderness, Ai Hui had witnessed the most extreme of contests for resources. People would fight over mere pennies and would sometimes even engage in battles of life and death over a few hundred yuan.