"Ten million, not a penny less," Zhou Xiaobo said.
The woman hesitated clearly. "When do you need it?"
"Tomorrow."
"Impossible," Zhou Shiran said. "Even if I go to the bank for this money now, I need time."
"By two o'clock the day after tomorrow at the latest," Zhou Xiaobo demanded.
"Alright!" Zhou Shiran nodded.
She was about to leave after speaking.
…
In another room, An Ning anxiously watched Zhou Shiran, who was tightly disguised. "Uncle, she's always covering herself, what do we do? If she doesn't reveal herself, how can we prove it's her?"
Yu Jingchen squinted his eyes. "Don't be anxious."
An Ning shook her head. "I'm really anxious, I wish I could tear off that disguise."
"Shh!" Yu Jingchen made a gesture to quiet her. "Let's watch and see."
…
In the hospital room.
Zhou Shiran was about to leave.
