Young Master Wang laughed and slapped Fu Ming's shoulder, deliberately saying:
"Go for it, Young Master Fu. If you can charm her, I'll gift you a sports car. If you can't, how about you gift me a villa? After all, you are the most famous rich second generation in An City, such a small amount of money surely wouldn't bother you, right?"
Fu Ming slapped away Young Master Wang's hand and slightly lifted his chin.
"Heh! Then you better prepare the money for the sports car."
Having dropped that comment, Fu Ming took strides toward the direction Qiao Jing was in.
He walked straight up to Qiao Jing and sat down right beside her, staring intently at her profile.
Realizing someone had sat down next to her, Qiao Jing glanced at the person and then withdrew her gaze, speaking indifferently:
"This is a single-seater sofa."
When she saw this man, who seemed to have popped out of nowhere, sitting on the armrest of the sofa she was in, she found him somewhat hilarious.
