"Shen Dong, my dad is such a person, he won't take this kind of money. If he takes it, he can't sleep at night, and I think the money should be given to you. Just give him your card number," Chen Yuanxiang persuaded.
"Shen Dong, if you don't want the money, it's not just that your uncle will lose sleep—I will too," Liang Zhen, who had brought out the dishes from the kitchen, added.
"Shen Dong, your uncle would never take advantage of anyone. It's only if you keep the money that he and his family can rest easy," Chen Yuanxiang continued to urge.
"Well..." Hearing his uncle, aunt, and father-in-law all saying so, Shen Dong could only nod, "Alright, I'll send you my card number."
He took out his phone, logged into mobile banking, copied the bank card number, and sent it to Chen Yuanfu's WeChat.
Soon enough, Chen Yuanfu transferred twelve million, fifty thousand yuan to Shen Dong's account.
