Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Bai Zhou knew just how high his mother’s standards were. Even someone of Ji Xinxin's caliber couldn’t hope to catch his mother’s eyes.
Such an evaluation from her meant that Ji Fanyin was likely to earn a lot of money in the next few years to come.
She has already moved on to other money-making ventures. Is it because she’s sick of her current lifestyle? If her lousy filmmaking studio is able to rake in big bucks, will she continue to operate her little reservation app?
If I can’t even meet her using the ‘stand-in’ service as an excuse…
Bai Zhou shuddered at that thought.
I might just never be able to meet Ji Fanyin ever again. In the end, our connection is bound by a single object―money.
Bai Zhou suddenly recalled Ji Fanyin’s words.
There had been a doubt lingering in his mind all this while. If Ji Fanyin really wasn’t doing this stand-in business for Song Shiyu but to rake in money, why would she need so much money?
In fact, he had posed this question to her twice.
The first time, she said that it was to save someone from comatose. The second time, she said she needed ten billion.
“Is it possible for a person to be in a debt of ten billion?” he murmured.
“If such a person really does exist, they would either be a criminal or one of the richest people in the world,” Mrs. Bai answered the question on his behalf.
Bai Zhou stared at Ji Fanyin’s silhouette. Based on what he knew, she was neither the former nor the latter.
“You have been spending quite a bit recently,” remarked Mrs. Bai in a tone so casual that she could have been saying ‘You have added too much salt on your steak’.
“Are you going to interfere with my finances now?” snorted Bai Zhou. “Are you sure you have the time to meddle with my business?”
Mrs. Bai froze up as if something had pricked her. A moment later, she let out a sigh, “Bai Zhou.”
“I’ve already met that old man’s other son. What about you?” sneered Bai Zhou. “When are you planning on bringing me to meet yours? Should I start practicing calling them ‘father’ or ‘brother’?”
“…” Mrs. Bai took a deep bre
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