Si Mingjing walked over and picked up the bank card from the low table—it was exquisitely luxurious and seemed high-end.
Si Mingjing's phoenix eyes lifted. "How much is on it?"
"Not much, just two thousand. As an advance, I can't give you too much, so don't complain—it's not going to increase even if you do," Mo Yinhe said with a sly chuckle.
Si Mingjing let out a sigh of relief. "It is indeed a bit little. Once I've cured your illness, the consultation fee should be at least this figure."
Si Mingjing stretched out five fingers.
Mo Yinhe's clear, magnetic voice asked, "Five thousand?"
"Fifty thousand!"
Mo Yinhe laughed. "So my life is worth just fifty thousand."
Si Mingjing did not continue the conversation; she casually stuffed the Infinite Card into her coat pocket and walked out first.
Ye Shen followed behind, touching his nose, and inwardly grumbled: Miss Si, you're such a naive fool! You've become my brother's prey, and you're completely unaware!
