I thought that the little girl would ask for just a hundred or eighty thousand.
Unexpectedly, Dai Xintong opened her mouth and said, "I want 40 million..."
Ji Meishu quickly stood up from the sofa, causing Zhao Li, who was smoking by the floor-to-ceiling window, to turn his head.
Ji Meishu looked at Dai Xintong in disbelief: "What do you need so much money for?"
Dai Xintong expected her mother to be angry, but didn't anticipate such a shocking reaction.
She instantly wore a look of grievance, whispering, "I lost a bit gambling on horses with some friends... I was afraid you'd be mad, so I didn't dare tell you and secretly mortgaged two of your beauty salons. Now the bank is pressing hard, and if we still can't pay, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep the salons..."
Ji Meishu felt a rush of anger reaching her head.
Raising her hand, she pointed shakily at Dai Xintong, unable to complete her sentence.
"You, you mortgaged the beauty salons?"
