Cheng Juan's phone was locked.
The latest message was on the lock screen page—
It was a message from the bank.
Lu Zhaoying paused for a long time, speechless.
Cheng Juan was leaning on the experiment table and looking at a list in his hand.
Seeing Lu Zhaoying's reaction, he raised his hand and threw the list onto the table. Then, he picked up the mobile phone and looked at it calmly.
"Young Master Lu, what did you see?" Cheng Mu couldn't help but ask, curious.
Lu Zhaoying shook his head.
He put his hands on the table and took a sip of mineral water. "Ah, Master Juan, did I mistakenly see a few more zeros?"
The first number was indeed a three, but the following number of zeros was not quite right.
Cheng Juan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the numbers displayed on the phone.
He did not say a word.
