The viewers seemed to feel the same way, so they did not hold Su Mengya's absent-mindedness against her. Instead, they found it perfectly normal.
Anyone who received 400,000 yuan would probably react like that, right?
If she were too calm, that would be unreasonable instead—unless she were one of those wealthy people who did not care much about 400,000 yuan. But was Su Mengya one of them?
Su Mengya was clearly not rich!
After leaving the livestream, Chen Feng thought it over and sent Su Mengya a private message, telling her that he really was not short on that little bit of money.
To him, one million yuan might only have been a few days' worth of pocket money—perhaps not even that.
After all, when he was in a good mood, he could easily spend tens of millions on a car or over a hundred million on a villa. He was fully capable of doing such things.
Of course, Chen Feng did not tell Su Mengya that he had not actually spent a single cent just now. Mainly because he could not tell anyone about something like the system. Even if he did, people would probably think he was talking nonsense.
Su Mengya might have been livestreaming at the time, so she did not reply to his message. Chen Feng did not blame her for it, though. He simply calmly went back to reading his e-book.
The morning weather was fairly warm. Sunlight spilled across the large bed, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling. Reading here was quite a nice experience too.
It was just a pity that there was no one beside him to keep him company. Still, it was nothing; the e-book was rather engaging.
Chen Feng was enjoying himself.
Before long, he became completely immersed in