As she spoke these words, Pan Xinran’s expression was particularly haughty.

She looked at Ye Xingbei and Zhi Foliu, her chin raised high, waiting for expressions of envy, jealousy, and trepidation to appear on their faces.

Most of the people coming to this shabby farmhouse for entertainment are commoners. How many can afford rings worth over a million RMB apiece?

By revealing the value of the ring, people would know that she was a daughter of a prestigious family.

People would all envy her, be jealous of her, and awe her!

In the crowd watching, indeed there were those who looked at her with admiration, but jealousy and awe were out of the question.

Beijing is never short of wealthy people.

A million-plus RMB ring is indeed not cheap, but it’s not exactly a staggering amount either.

People who don’t know her have no reason to be jealous or in awe of her.

"Over a million?" Zhi Foliu chuckled lightly, "So what you’re saying is, if I can afford a million RMB ring, I wouldn’t hide your ring, right?"

"Not necessarily!" Pan Xinran lifted her chin and said, "Even if you could afford a million RMB ring, it doesn’t mean you wouldn’t hide my ring. Who doesn’t want more money?"

Zhi Foliu looked at her with an amused smile, "What if I could afford a ten million, or even a multi-million, RMB ring?"

Pan Xinran was taken aback, "What nonsense are you talking?"

Zhi Foliu took out her phone, tapped it a few times, opened a certain bank’s app, brought up the wealth management page, and showed the balance to Pan Xinran and the onlooking crowd: "This is the balance from one of my bank cards."

Pan Xinran and the crowd were stunned.

Exclamations arose one after another.

A long string of numbers; hastily counted, it was indiscernible exactly how much, but well over ten million for sure.

Pan Xinran stammered, "You... you must have photoshopped this! Besides, even if you have money, it doesn’t prove you didn’t steal my ring!"

Zhi Foliu chuckled, put away her phone, and said calmly, "Whether it’s photoshopped or not, the police will tell you when they get here! I didn’t show this to prove I didn’t take your ring; I showed this just to let you know, don’t look down on others with dog eyes!"

"Surely she didn’t take it, right?" the crowd whispered among themselves: "Was that balance in the hundreds of millions or tens of millions? I couldn’t count it all! With that much money, why would she covet a second-hand ring?"

"Not necessarily," someone rebutted, "Some people, no matter how much money they have, just like others’ stuff!"

Pan Xinran’s face turned a shade of purple.

She had assumed that those coming to this shabby farmhouse to dine would all be regular folks, plus Zhi Foliu and Ye Xingbei were dressed rather plainly, without a single piece of jewelry on them, which made her so arrogant, leaving no retreat in accusing Zhi Foliu and Ye Xingbei of stealing her ring.

If they were in Beijing, or if Zhi Foliu and Ye Xingbei were dressed in luxurious outfits, she wouldn’t have dared to be so brazen.

Her parents had educated her from a young age never to offend those she shouldn’t offend.

There are too many wealthy and powerful people in Beijing, and when you leave home, you must keep a low profile, or you won’t even know how you ended up dying.

She has always been low-key when in Beijing.

But outside Beijing, coming to this farmhouse, she felt like a princess on a private tour.

In this shabby farmhouse, she thought her status was certainly the noblest, with the most superior family background, allowing her to strut about head held high.

Little did she expect...