At this point, who would dare to say another word?
Chen Xiang opened his mouth to say something, but then lowered his head and fell silent.
The Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family in Yanjing, a height he could never reach in his lifetime.
A flush of red crept silently up his ears from his jade-like neck, turning them crimson with embarrassment.
Su Li quickly lowered her head, picked up the pen on the table, signed her name, and stamped her seal.
Su Li said to the already flabbergasted person in charge, "I'll immediately contact the bank for the transfer."
Su Li took out her phone and quickly did some operations, sending out the forty million transfer.
A pop-up message suddenly appeared on WeChat, "Task to spend one hundred million in three days completed, re-establishing space-time contact."
Seeing this message, Su Li sighed in relief; it seemed she could contact Tuanzi now.
Last time he was taken away by his Uncle from the mountain, who knows how he's been these days?
