Oh, six hundred thousand to buy her life?
Ye Beisheng was glad that she didn't die today. Otherwise, Ye Anyao wouldn't even need to fork out 600,000 yuan.
She took the check slowly and smiled meaningfully. "This 600,000 is compensation for murder?"
Ye Anyao cried and said, "Sister, I'm not saying that your life is only worth 600,000 yuan. It's just that Dad said that you're not worth that much…"
"Alright, Ye Beisheng, stop acting like a scammer. Didn't you come here for money? An adopted daughter acting like a tyrant in front of the young miss. How disgusting! I'll tell you the truth! 600,000 is more than enough to buy your life! Yaoyao is only giving it to you because she's kind!"
Ye Beisheng raised an eyebrow and pressed a button on her phone.
"600,000 to buy my life. Great."
