Chapter 373 Who Would Complain About Having Too Much Money
- "My mom knows who you are."
- Wen Miaomiao casually stabbed at the steak with a knife. She never liked this stuff, and Fu Yanheng often brought her to various high-end Western restaurants.
- "So what? Are you worried about something?" Fu Yanheng pushed the sliced steak towards Wen Miaomiao.