Su Mengyao was kind enough to explain it to Feng Dong, but the more he listened, the more he felt Yun Zijin had done it on purpose.
The fifty million that so many of them had painstakingly scraped together, Yun Zijin had donated with a single, casual comment. Wasn't that just her way of telling him that the very thing he'd schemed so hard to get was, to her, not even worth mentioning?
"Feng Dong, what's with that look? It was just a private race. You can't be that much of a sore loser, can you?"
Feng Dong's gaze toward Yun Zijin was venomous. Sheng Yang took a step forward, blocking his line of sight.
"Heh! Since when did Second Young Master Sheng start simping for someone?"
Feng Dong retracted his gaze from Yun Zijin and commented mockingly.
"Only someone like you would think that of others."
Su Mengyao couldn't stand to hear Feng Dong verbally insult Sheng Yang, so she immediately shot back.
