"Mr. Fang? Mr. Fang?" Paless called out to Fang Jueyu twice.
To be honest, it was Paless's first time encountering such a nine-level account. She came from a fourth-level civilization, but even she felt mentally overwhelmed seeing such a string of numbers.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Fang Jueyu finally snapped out of his stupor. "Sorry, my parents just gave me this account. I've never seen so much money in my life, lost my composure."
"As expected, the future heir of the Cosmic Union Supermarket." Paless had suspected as much, and Fang Jueyu's words confirmed her previous assumptions.
"Mr. Fang's family sure has an unconventional way of nurturing their offspring." Fang Jueyu's expression didn't seem faked at all, indicating he truly had just gotten in touch with this fortune.
