Second floor, the bedroom at the eastern end.
Tang Xiaowan tossed and turned on the mahogany bed, shouting out loud one moment and bursting into laughter the next, too excited to fall asleep.
"Oh my God, I'm actually a hidden wealthy person, maybe even the richest in Qingcheng."
"I should ask later, how much money exactly?"
"Never mind, that seems impolite, a bit like I don't trust them. Yeah, that's it, I won't ask. Use people without suspicion, distrust those you do not employ."
"But I still really want to know!"
"What to do, what to do, will I have insomnia tonight, too agitated to sleep?"
In fact, by observing Tang Xiaowan's daily behavior and spending habits, it wasn't hard to guess that she indeed used to have plenty of money—otherwise, she wouldn't shop without looking at prices, buying purely based on personal preference.
Though she had lost her memory now, her habits hadn't changed much, she still adored money.
