Gu Wan'an raised her hand and waved it in front of her eyes. "Wake up."
Qiao Yi gulped silently. "Anan, ….rich..."
"You're spiralling." Gu Wan'an said.
"That's the top wealthy family in the capital. The money that falls from the cracks of their fingers is enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives."
"....."
"You, and him…did it already?"
Gu Wan'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "When did you become so dirty?"
"Hurry up and sleep with him. I'm cheering for you!"
Qiao Yi gritted her teeth and continued, "There are only two ways to capture a man's heart, firstly, capture his stomach, and secondly, conquer him in bed."
"..."
"Don't even think about capturing him through his stomach. No matter how good your cooking skills are, you can't compare to the chefs hired by the Gong family with an annual salary of a few million yuan. The second one, it's real, convenient, and effective."
"I don't think so."