Chi Zaozao turned her head to look at him, "Guess how much I will give?"
Ye Que pretended to ask, "A million?"
Generally, giving a million is already pretty good and reflects the opulence of the upper-class elite.
Ye Que was not stingy, nor was he reluctant to spend money on Qing Er. She was his sister, and he would naturally host a grand wedding to marry her off in style.
However, if Chi Zaozao really intended to give fifty billion, that would be too exaggerated.
"Not really," Chi Zaozao said with a smile, "I plan to spend all the money that woman gave me on Qing Er's wedding. First, to shut Aunt Tang's mouth, and second, to take the opportunity to hype up your company."
"I can't use that money anyway; it's just sitting there."
Ye Que, "..."
What should he say?
If he spoke out, he was afraid Chi Zaozao would think he was stingy, unwilling to spend money on Qing Er. But without saying anything, throwing fifty billion into that would be such a waste.