Chapter 1087: Lend a Hand

"What the hell, third-generation rich kid, when have you ever attended elementary school? At six, you were in the best private academy, and you pulled down all the girls' pants in class, and the principal begged to send you back home."

Mark Jackson pinched Aron Jackson's shoulder, grinding his teeth and said, "Your mom is a top ten figure in the wealth rankings of the Americas, does she really need to buy you a TV on credit? The village chief's kid, is it a global village?"

"You... you're lying?"

The girl blinked, somewhat incredulous.

Just now, she was listening and crying.

"No, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Mark Jackson showed the Rolex on his wrist, speaking with a touch of sadness, "Will you believe me?"

"I believe!"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"Then wait for me here."

Mark Jackson's fingers gently touched his own lips, then he made a flying kiss gesture.

"Get the drinks ready, waiting to hear my story."