"One million!"
Xia Yumo casually reported a number.
One million was indeed not much to Qi Ming.
Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket to take out his card but suddenly remembered that the card was in Qi Miao's hands, and was now taken away by the police as evidence.
Qi Ming's face didn't look too good, especially when he saw Xia Yumo's half-smiling expression, feeling even more humiliated.
Xia Yumo was obviously laughing at him.
But he promised to give the money himself, and now he says he doesn't have it. Can't he bring it out?
When he says that, Xia Yumo might even ridicule him further.
But he really couldn't get the money now.
Qi Ming furrowed his eyebrows in distress, looking at Xia Yumo with a livid face and said coldly:
"I don't have my card on me. I'll give it to you after I bail the person out."
"Sorry, but you'll have to come back when you have your card."
