Jiang Jinghao had never imagined that he would one day receive so much money out of the blue. He was so excited that he could barely speak coherently.
After finding out that he had won the lottery—and that he had won so much money—the first thing he wanted to do was carry a huge stack of cash over and smash Wen Congyuan, that bastard, to death, then rescue Bao'er.
"Be careful when you go to collect the money. Don't be too flashy, or someone might target you," Su Qiao couldn't help reminding him.
"Hehe, don't worry. Your brother's been out in the world for so many years. I'm not some fool."
Su Qiao looked at him with some disdain. "Don't laugh so stupidly. You look so sleazy."
That laugh and that manner were completely at odds with his appearance.
When he wasn't speaking, he seemed like a completely different person from when he was.
Jiang Jinghao quickly clamped his mouth shut and stopped laughing. "Ahem, is it really that exaggerated?"
"Your brother may be a little carefree, but I'm still not bad-looking!"
Otherwise, people wouldn't have asked him to shoot cover advertisements.
He had originally planned to make some connections and find more people to introduce him to similar magazine-cover shoots, so he could pay back the money he had borrowed.
But now that they had money, he didn't need to do any of that.
Compared with those miscellaneous jobs, he still preferred being a chef.
"If only your personality matched your looks."
His appearance was wild and sexy. Even an ordinary shirt looked striking on him.
Of course, that was only when he didn't open his mouth.
The moment he spoke, his entire aura changed.
Jiang Jinghao grabbed the ponytail atop his head. "Ahem, listen to you. You make