"Haha..."
As Jiang Chen left with his fourth brother's group, a loud laugh suddenly erupted at the bank's entrance.
Li Fei, who had been secretly following Jiang Chen, couldn't help but gloat at this scene, "He got what he deserved! Haha, aren't you something, kid? But no matter how tough you are, are you tougher than Long Ya? You've crossed Long Ya, you're a dead man!"
A bank clerk next to him, Zhao Lele, covered her mouth, her expression one of regret: "Tsk tsk, it's him. I didn't expect this."
Li Fei sensed there was more to Zhao Lele's words, "What do you mean, you know him?"
"Yes, he deposited two million in our bank yesterday and even opened a VIP card. I thought he was a wealthy man, but it turns out he's just a con artist. I was even hoping..."
Zhao Lele watched Jiang Chen's departing figure with a trace of regret in her eyes.
Ah, I was hoping something might happen between us. Such a waste of that handsome face; why did he have to be a swindler?
