Later, when the reporters found out that Yu Zexiao was in a small room nearby, they were so frustrated they almost spat blood. Of course, that's a story for another time.
"What if you pull something like this on me in the future?" Beside him, Jian Anning asked quietly.
Yu Zexiao thought for a moment and laughed, "Simple, I'll write you as the beneficiary of all my money. If we divorce, I'll be so poor I won't have any pants left. Then, we won't be able to get divorced."
This was simply a joke; even if Yu Zexiao gave all his money to Jian Anning, with his status, he'd earn it back in a few years. However, his words caused quite a stir among the crowd, as the women nearby told their husbands, "You bastard, you didn't even put my name on the house!"
"The house was bought with my money, why should I give it to you?"
"But I paid for the renovation! I even bought a car! I'm not getting married anymore!"
