Yu Mengyin took a look and her mind started spinning. 500 ... 500 thousand?
But 500,000 Yuan wasn't much. Could it be ... Five million?
Yu Mengyin's heart was beating fast. Oh my God, if she gave five million Yuan a month, that would be 50 million Yuan in ten months, and 60 ... 60 million Yuan a year. Oh my God, that's so much money, did she calculate it wrong?
If it was that much money, even if she couldn't get into the Lu family for the time being, she could still bear with it.
Yu Mengyin's own thoughts were too beautiful. For a moment, she could not hide the joy on her face. When she came back to her senses, she saw the ridicule on the Secretary's face.
She quickly restrained her expression, turned her head, and acted like she was not the kind of person who talked about money. She was rich and couldn't be promiscuous.
"This ... Is too much ... I'm not following Xiangdong for his money," Yu Mengyin said pretentiously.
