Eight Million Is Equal To Eighty Cents

Fang Xinxin had refused to accept his money. Could it be that, she was still thinking of Bai Chenxi?

He hung up the call with a frigid expression and walked up to the main bedroom.

Fang Xinxin sat on the couch as she scrolled through the latest news on the stock market. All of a sudden, she felt an icy gaze directed at her. She could not help but tremble.

She glanced up to see that Bai Qinghao was standing at the door with a dark expression.

She tried her best to stop herself from responding to his intimidating aura with fear. She pursed her lips and asked him. "Bai Qinghao, do you need something?"

He stared at her sternly without saying anything. His gaze pierced through her like an X-ray, giving her the false illusion that he was seeing right through her.

Fang Xinxin was nearly frightened to death. She recalled their previous life when he had protected her right up to her final moments despite her pitiful state.