"Xiaoli, Xiaoli was always that kind of person."
"How could she be so blinded by money."
Meanwhile, in the room where Xu Xiaoli and Zhang Xiaomeng were.
The first thing Xu Xiaoli did when she saw Zhang Xiaomeng, although there was still some hatred in her eyes, was that she didn't want to quarrel with money.
So the first thing she came for was naturally the money.
"Where's the money?"
Zhang Xiaomeng pointed to a bag on the floor.
"Five hundred thousand, not a penny more, not a penny less."
"Stay with me tonight, and all this money will be yours."
After checking the money, Xu Xiaoli's face lit up with joy, "Young Master Zhang, wait a moment, I'll touch up my makeup."
Zhang Xiaomeng directly took out a bottle of whitening cream, "You've got a bruise on your face from where I hit you, use this whitening cream."
"It'll be done in a few minutes."
