After Fu Zhi walked into the living room, she glanced at Mr. Zhou.
'10 million yuan and a mansion, so a total of 80 million yuan. Very well then.'
Fu Zhi then chimed in flatly, "I think you should stop whatever you're doing right now and take your daughter and rob a bank. If you're lucky enough, the government will pay for your meals for the rest of your life."
"I'm talking to your mother, not to you! Just shut your d*mn mouth and move aside!" Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes at Fu Zhi. Then, he added, "It might be a huge amount of money for another family, but I think it shouldn't be a problem for you at all, right? After all, you're the Lu Family. You guys are rich, and 80 million yuan should be a piece of cake for you."
Zhou Tingting then added, "We just want 80 million yuan. I'm already yours, so you should just give the money to my father!"
