"I wonder how much the Seventh Young Master plans to take?" the boy asked respectfully.

"It's not much, just a billion." Leng Wuyou replied casually.

"Okay."

As soon as he agreed, the boy who was about to take action was stunned. The seventh young master just said that he wanted to take out one billion. It seems that the seventh young master just said one billion, not much?

The boy couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth, and his throat was a little dry. That's one billion, not a small amount. Is this a rich boss?

Think of him as a worker. At the end of the year, the money he gets in his hands is only tens of thousands. When the big boss comes, he takes a billion. Sure enough, there is no comparison between people. If you compare, you want to die.

One died.

"Young master, the amount you are withdrawing is a bit large. I may not be able to make the decision. I have to ask the steward to come over."

"Can you wait here? Don't worry, it will be done soon. I won't keep you waiting for a long time."

The boss is rich, and he is a poor man's envy. He is drawn out of sadness, with a trace of embarrassment on his face.

In fact, if Leng Wuyou had to come just a moment and a half earlier, he could still withdraw one billion directly.

But just now, a group of people took away a large amount of spiritual crystals, and now there is really not much liquidity in their branch.

Leng Wuyou nodded, she didn't care, it was just a matter of waiting for a while, she could wait.

Seeing that Leng Wuyou was so open-minded, the boy's impression of Leng Wuyou became even better. He raised his hand and invited Leng Wuyou to sit next to him and made him a cup of tea.

The young man actually wanted to be with her. After all, Leng Wuyou was a big shot, but Leng Wuyou showed it off and told him to be busy with his own affairs and not worry about her.

The waiter saw that another customer had just arrived in the shop, so he also apologized and went to do his own thing first.

Leng Wuyou was sitting in a corner. The table in front of her was square in gray and ink, just an ordinary table. Tea mist was rising from the teacup. She reached out to pick up the teacup and blew on it.

, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes, looking a bit lazy and casual.

The tea tastes pretty good.

There is also a faint spiritual power. A sip of tea enters the throat, turning into a warm current and entering the body.

The moment he entered the body, Leng Wuyou couldn't help but move his eyes. This spiritual power was a bit strange.

When this spiritual power entered Leng Wuyou's body, it was directly entangled with other spiritual powers.

It seemed that this spiritual power had the power of purification, purifying away some of the dirty dust that the spiritual power in her body had inevitably been contaminated by years of practice.

She raised her eyebrows, feeling a little curious. Who is the master behind this place? Why does he have such magical tea?

And this tea is still here to entertain guests.

What Leng Wuyou didn't know was that ordinary guests couldn't drink this tea. Only a big shot like her could drink one or two cups.

This is not to say that they are discriminating against those who are not strong. In fact, those who are weak cannot bear the spiritual power in this tea.

Almost half a quarter of an hour later, someone came from outside. The man was dressed in white and had a handsome appearance. His whole body exuded a gentle and drizzle temperament, which made people feel a sense of intimacy at a glance.

"Young master, why are you here?" The boy just happened to see off a guest. When he raised his head, he saw his young master, and he hurriedly came forward to greet him with some surprise in his tone.

"I came here for something, and I saw the message you sent back, and Uncle Qing happened to be busy too, so I stopped by to take a look." Yu Shanghun had a shallow smile on his lips, that smile was as warm as the spring breeze,

It brushes the cheeks to feel warm.

Instead of being dissatisfied with his servants' questions like other masters, he patiently explained to them.

Leng Wuyou had noticed the movement here for a long time. Looking at the man in front of her, she couldn't feel a trace of a cultivator's breath on his body, but her intuition told her that this man was not simple.

He is definitely not what he appears on the surface, at least not in terms of his strength.

Especially the moment Leng Wuyou's eyes accidentally met his, she felt a sense of intimacy from him.

This feeling of closeness came out of nowhere, and Leng Wuyou couldn't help but frown.

She is a rational person. She will not feel a sense of intimacy when facing a stranger. Even if the person looks gentle, she will not, unless that person is her relative or friend.

I was already wary of this person in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face.

Yu Shanghun met Leng Wuyou's gaze, and his eyes flickered slightly. The next second, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. That smile made Leng Wuyou feel the intimacy even more than before.

It's intense.
Chapter completed!