1792 You like An Lan, just as I do, right?

An Lan frowned and turned around, intending to leave in another route.

Chen Ke blocked her way again, acting like a ruffian. His breath was filled with the smell of alcohol, and his tone was extremely unpleasant. "Where are you going, An Lan? I'm doing you a favor that I stayed here tonight."

"Thank you." An LAN smiled faintly. "But I should go back in."

"Go in for what?" Chen Ke grabbed her delicate wrist, his gaze cold, "Do you think I don't know what Xu is thinking? Hehe, who does he think he is? He's just a judge. To put it bluntly, a judge doesn't have as much money as I do. Look at that crappy car he drives. I drive a Porsche. If you marry me, I'll give you one too."

An Lan burst out laughing. "I don't want a Porsche. How about a Bentley Mushan? It's only over five million."

The corner of Chen Ke's mouth twitched for a moment before he chuckled. He sized her up from head to toe. "You're worth five million?"