"Don't be in such a hurry, Feifei."
Shen Mingchuan wasn't annoyed. Instead, he said cheerfully,
"I just sold my two commercial properties today. Got five million in total."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Xu Fei's sharp voice instantly softened.
"So? Why are you calling me?"
"I wanted to say..."
Shen Mingchuan flicked the cigarette from his mouth out the window, clutched his phone, and unleashed a torrent of abuse, the veins in his neck bulging.
"You f**king b**ch! You really think you can look down on me just because you're pretty? F*** you! You're nothing but a money-grubbing gold digger! A s***-for-brains, s****y piece of trash! Get the hell away from me!"
Before Xu Fei could reply, Shen Mingchuan immediately hung up, blocked all her contact information, and yelled, "So satisfying!"
Once his agitated mood gradually calmed, he began to fantasize about his wonderful future.
'Looks like Ping wants to get back together, too.'
