"Nan Zhen, what do you mean by this?!" Su Qingqing raised her eyebrows in anger.
Beside her, Ye Qiqing also showed a furious look, glaring fiercely at Nan Zhen, scaring him.
Nan Zhen's face turned pale, not knowing how he offended Ye Qiqing, as he attempted to take back the check...
"Ten million? Is my seat that cheap?" Ye Huan said with a playful expression.
Is that too little?
Nan Zhen was stunned, then despite Ye Qiqing and Su Qingqing's cold stares, he brazenly wrote another check, tore it off, and handed it to Ye Huan, "Here's ninety million, totaling one hundred million."
"A hundred million just to buy my seat? Offering such aid, you're like a living Lei Feng in the Capital City." Ye Huan laughed heartily as he accepted the check.
"No problem, I'm just that kind-hearted." A strong hint of sarcasm flashed in Nan Zhen's eyes, "Buddy, now that you've got the money, the seat should be..."
