Li Chengyi searched the man and found a black bank card, from which he transferred one million using his phone—the password was indeed real.
The account had a total of one million and fifty thousand, leaving only fifty thousand after the transfer.
"I've taken all your money, do you hate me?" Li Chengyi was already feeling a bit shocked. This was not living in harmony, but rather taking as he pleased.
"No, I don't hate you. I know you're doing this for my own good. Only when I've lost the money will I be stimulated to work hard and earn more. This is a way to train my abilities," the young man sincerely replied.
"....."
Li Chengyi, looking at the other's sincere expression, suddenly felt that this Flower Language Technique was truly a bit...
