The five-year-old Chen Lu looked eagerly at his father.
He wished so much that his father could help his best friend, Su Xiaoxi.
But unfortunately, Chen Pingsheng would never shell out tens of billions to pay for the Su family's real estate company just because of his son's sympathy and childhood friendship.
In his eyes, that would be an overly foolish move.
Su Xiaoxi was also looking at him eagerly. If they couldn't borrow the money, the Su family would go bankrupt, and she and her mother would be driven out from their home.
Chen Lu was her best friend; she had even helped him fight at times in the past. If only he were seventeen or eighteen, perhaps even his twenties, when he'd have the right to inherit the family fortune,
Maybe by then, he could personally use tens of billions to help Su Xiaoxi.
For now, it was simply impossible. Although Chen Lu was the only boy in the Chen family, he was still far from inheriting their wealth.
