8:30 in the evening.
In front of Lin Zhenghui, there appeared Shangguan Yanran, clothed in luxurious and elegant attire, exuding a noble demeanor, and possessing a beauty that could be called otherworldly and unparalleled in her generation.
Her eyes, more beautiful than the stars themselves, looked upon the young handsome man whom she had been concerned about and sought for the past 23 years.
Gazed at by her, Lin Zhenghui blushed slightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed and dared not look directly into her eyes.
"Just now, your grandfather sold some chickens for you, all the way up to a hundred million Yuan. I'm not sure how much you have in your account, but transfer it to me, and I'll transfer it to you," Shangguan Yanran said with a smile, looking at her dashing son.
"Thank you!" Lin Zhenghui was not one to stand on ceremony with her.
After receiving a transfer of 100 million Yuan.
