Philip was of mixed descent.
Although he looked like a westerner, if one observed him closely, one would see that his facial features were rather exotic.
His gaze made people feel that he was a very affectionate and loving man.
But Iris knew just how cold-blooded he really was.
With a calm look on her face, she stayed silent.
Philip didn't speak either. A complex look flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly asked, "I remember you once said that the rich and the poor can be distinguished from their temperament. So back then, what you liked was not me but my money, right?! You actually knew from the very beginning that I was rich, right?"
Iris actually found it a little ludicrous to hear him ask such a question again when more than twenty years had already passed.
She lowered her gaze, too lazy to bother explaining all of that. She said, "You can think of it however you want to."