Ninety million, to buy the admiring gazes of the elite in Shanghai, did not seem like a losing deal to Ye Cheng.
As for whether that money could actually help those homeless children, he did not care.
To him, having thrown out those ninety million, he had already heard the sound he wanted to hear.
Standing tall and holding his head high, Ye Cheng looked at the crowd and said, "My Ye Family in Hong Kong Island is a distinguished clan. It is not the first time we have done such charitable acts to benefit society."
"Ninety million! As long as it can help someone, I, Ye Cheng, would certainly not blink an eye."
As he spoke, Ye Cheng gave his collar a shake and continued, "Just now, as everyone might have seen, I have a little grudge against someone."
"This..."
Ye Cheng's donation of ninety million followed by some boasting didn't bother Li Qinghe at all, but it seemed that he was now aiming to attack Xu Fan.
