Chu Xiaotu's eyes widened, and she forgot to close her mouth for a moment. She had intended to say one thousand, but Mr. Hu had misunderstood and directly gave ten thousand. She realized this was in US Dollars—how long would she have to work part-time as a student to earn that much money? Stars sparkled in her eyes.
Su Weifeng slapped his forehead, speechless. This girl's appetite was really too small. But then again, he thought, female students who work part-time usually don't have much money. Ten thousand US Dollars was already a substantial amount. Seeing that Chu Xiaotu hadn't suffered any injuries, just some redness and swelling on her face, if she was willing to accept ten thousand as compensation, then so be it.
Mr. Hu transferred another ten thousand US Dollars to Chu Xiaotu. As she looked at the balance displayed on her phone, her face was filled with joy—this happiness couldn't be faked.
