"Can't even chase someone off, what a waste..." Qi Yanran murmured with slight displeasure after seeing the salesperson seeking her help.
Then she turned and got a stack of cash from her assistant, walking straight towards Ye Ranran.
"I know what you want, it's just money, right? Here, take it!" Qi Yanran said, then with a flick of her hand.
The red hundred-yuan bills flew up into the sky, swirling down like falling leaves, all landing on Ye Ranran.
"Take the money and scram!" Qi Yanran glanced contemptuously at Ye Ranran, then casually pointed towards the main door, as if sending away a beggar.
Ye Ranran stood with her arms folded, watching the aggressive and domineering Qi Yanran with composure.
Mu Ziheng was right, the Qi family's daughter really was spoiled rotten.
Qi Yanran had thrown both money and insults, but Ye Ranran didn't bite, leaving her feeling frustrated.
This was like punching cotton.