When Feng Biao made the call, he still felt a bit apprehensive inside.
Mainly because life had been too good these days, not that the material enjoyment was that good. Once he had money, he had seen too much of the world abroad and knew just how extravagant the wealthy could be.
The main thing was that the treatment he received was too high, and Feng Biao felt unworthy.
It was that kind of flattered feeling, hard to describe and to define accurately. Anyway, he was used to being overlooked since childhood, and even after growing up and becoming a sniper—a role that requires talent and effort—Feng Biao still found it hard to accept the attention he was receiving now.
Perhaps it was because he was a sniper, but Feng Biao didn't like being overly noticed, let alone standing under the spotlight. However, now he was forced to become that person adorned with a halo.
What halo?
The God of Wealth halo, or rather, the halo of a Boy Who Gives Away Money.
