The middle-aged man shut his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly, he seemed to be struck by an idea. His eyelids flipped open abruptly, and his orbs stared at his son with much anticipation. "I have a bank account under your custody, haven't I?"
Song Yunxi could almost hear an eruption going off in his head even before his father finished his question.
His sister's face had gone ashen as well.
Their father was so hung up on the money inside that account that he did not notice the synchronized change on the siblings' face. He pondered for a while before remarking brashly, "I remember having more than twenty million inside that account!"
Like a drowning man who was clinging onto his last straw of hope, he surged forward to his son and demanded, "You are going to write a check first thing in the morning tomorrow!"
"Dad…"
