"Oh, and one more thing. Making or losing money is a small matter; we're friends, aren't we?"
Tears welled up in Su Tao's heart—friends indeed, the kind of friend who would send another straight into the jaws of a beast!
Wang Zha laughed heartily.
"So, we should support each other, right? Don't you dare let me lose face; that would be a disaster. As for money, even ten billion isn't much. It's just a number; we don't need to be so calculating about it.
Here's how: after we get out, you quickly transfer it to my card. Whatever you make afterward is none of my business. This is my card number; take it down quickly..."
What else could Su Tao say?
Bandit? Hooligan? Bastard? This is utter nonsense! This Wang Zhan kid isn't even human. What kind of half-grown brat acts like him, with that shameless face, changing expressions at the drop of a hat...
But he didn't dare let any of it show on his face, only seething with impotent rage inwardly, a devil roaring in his heart.
