"The check you wrote?"
When she said this, Ye Zhanxing's eyes deepened. He walked forward and took a glance at the photocopy of the check from Qin Youxuan's hand.
A check for one million, the handwriting was neat and graceful, clearly that of a girl's.
And Qin Youxuan had said that she was the one who wrote the check.
"Dad, I wrote this check last night," Qin Youxuan said. "After I left the hospital, I ran into a small incident and spent money to settle it, so I wrote this check. I have no idea how the photocopy of the check ended up in Ye Mingmei's hands, and from what she said, she seems to have mistaken this money as evidence that I paid someone to investigate her background."
"Who did you write the check to?"
Ye Zhanxing's gaze narrowed, emitting a dangerous light.
He wasn't dead yet, and someone dared to target his Ye family's daughter.
"..."
