Song Yitang asked, "How much is here?"
Seeing Song Yitang swayed by money, Wang Meiling sneered with contempt, her face saying, I knew it.
"Thirty thousand, you've probably never seen so much money in your life, have you?"
Song Yitang raised an eyebrow, thinking that so much money would amount to fifty thousand.
So it seemed her account balance of eighty thousand yuan could probably cover half a table...
"So if I give you thirty thousand, can I burn down your house?"
Wang Meiling's face turned rigid, "What did you say?"
"Arson could get you at least ten years in prison, didn't expect your ten years are only worth thirty thousand, how come I never realized you were so cheap before?"
Her words struck to the heart, tightening Wang Meiling's throat.
"What do you want, then?"
Song Yitang said calmly, "I want you to go to jail, you have to be punished for doing wrong, don't you?"
Wang Meiling sprung from the bench at the mention of jail.
