As a highly educated young adult of quality, Jiang Chen naturally understood the concept of a contract spirit.
Even if the other party provided a card but didn't offer the PIN.
It might sound a bit extravagant, but at this moment, with over twenty million in his grasp, he truly didn't care too much about one million, what mattered more was how to get rid of Shi Qianxi and her troubles.
When her mother came looking for him, initiating a collaboration, he was indeed delighted, and money wasn't really much of an issue compared to that.
So, after leaving the coffee shop and receiving a call from Shi Qianxi, Jiang Chen did not hesitate to hang up, and then he blocked her number.
As for how the madam would make a fuss, anyway, that aunt had said it was none of his business.
In the taxi back to school, as his phone rang again, a relieved Jiang Chen hung up without thinking, but then he felt something was off.
