"Yes, what do you need this for?" Lü Wenhan asked.
"To make some money."
"Fine, write down the account number." Lü Wenhan rattled off the details.
Xu Fang sent the number to Wu Qisheng.
In Wu Qisheng's office, when he saw that Xu Fang had sent a Swiss Bank account number, he was so enraged that smoke nearly came out of his orifices. This guy was too sly. Wu had planned to use the account information sent by the other party to track down who it was, but now it seemed impossible.
Ten million wasn't a small sum, but not knowing the truth about his wife was even more unbearable for him. Without much consideration, he transferred the money to Xu Fang anyway.
Then, Wu Qisheng called Xu Fang.
After the call connected, Wu Qisheng said impatiently, "I've sent you the money, now send me the photos quickly."
"Suddenly don't feel like it," Xu Fang said, infuriatingly nonchalant.
"Fuck, you bastard, you're playing with me, believe it or not, I'll find you and beat you to death..."
