Hearing Lin Zhuangguo's words, Lin Zhenghui was somewhat speechless.
After all, Guan Xiaohui wasn't even in a hurry, so why the hell was he!
Lin Zhenghui didn't mention that Xue'er had given him 50 million yuan; this was only after he had finished the phone call with him.
Lin Zhenghui called Yuan'er into the room behind the service counter and talked to her about the 50 million from Xue'er, then transferred 30 million yuan into Yuan'er's account.
"You're transferring so much to me. Aren't you afraid I'll run off with it and never come back?" Nangong Yuan'er, the woman with the pure white skin, said to Lin Zhenghui, who was two years her junior.
"If I didn't transfer it to you, how could I keep you here?" Lin Zhenghui pulled his sister-in-law, dressed as a flight attendant, into his arms and gave her a deep, passionate kiss on her sexy little mouth.
Flight attendants, Lin Zhenghui had seen plenty.
But few could compare to his sister-in-law.
