Really That Magical?

Seeing Su Yang speak so easily and relaxedly, Zhuang Mengli's breathing unconsciously sped up a little.

"Really?"

"Really, really, but you have to treat me to dinner tonight."

"What you're saying, isn't that a given? Not just dinner, as long as you can cure my grandfather's strange illness and mine, I... I..."

"Y-y-y-you what are you trying to say?"

Zhuang Mengli suddenly thought of the arranged marriage Zhuang Changyun had set up between her and Su Yang. She originally wanted to say that if possible she would agree to this matter, but suddenly she felt it was too hasty—after all, she didn't have much romantic feelings for the young man in front of her right now.

So she was momentarily at a loss for words.

Two seconds later she continued, "I mean if you can cure our illness, whatever you want I can have my dad give you. Luxury cars, villas, money, even company equity!"

"Holy crap? So generous?" Su Yang laughed out loud.

However, he spoke again, "As for these things you mentioned, there's no need. Although I'm not as rich as your family, I'm not short on money either."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli suddenly remembered that the car Su Yang drove was a Mansory Cullinan, which she had seen before.

Since he could afford a luxury car worth tens of millions, it seemed he indeed wasn't short on money.

"Then... then what do you want?"

"Me? Did I say I want anything? Don't think about it, I don't want anything at all. Tonight I don't need to sleep at your house either, just treat me to a dinner."

"Y-y-you really don't want anything?" Zhuang Mengli found it a bit hard to understand.

In her view, Su Yang being willing to help must mean he wanted to gain some