Han Xing couldn't help but laugh when he heard Shangguan Xuelan's words. He said in a low voice, "It's okay. Don't ruin your reputation if you can solve a problem with money."
His words were heard clearly by Zhao Xiyao, who was close to them. 16 million was not a small number for them. Han Xing's boldness was beyond her expectations.
Shangguan Xuelan didn't expect Han Xing to think that way. She was stunned for a moment before Han Xing waved the bank card in his hand.
"I can transfer the money immediately, but I have to see the blood-replenishing grass. I don't like to wait."
There was an unquestionable pressure in his eyes, and his aura was more like that of a superior. At this moment, Shangguan Jin also hesitated. He had always said that the blood-replenishing herb was not in the warehouse. If he could not deliver the goods now, wouldn't 16 million yuan go down the drain?
