Looking at the resolute expression on Wang Shufen's face, Lin Bei knew that if he didn't come up with some money today, there would be no peace.
His eyes darted around.
Just last night, in front of Zhang Yixin, he had traded five million with Jia Quan, and he had just given Zhang Guohua two million.
"Auntie, there's only three million left in my card, which I've worked so hard for over these years..."
"Enough talk, transfer the money now."
"Alright… okay."
Lin Bei opened WeChat and reluctantly transferred the money to Wang Shufen.
Once she received the money, Wang Shufen's face brightened, and she finally let Lin Bei off the hook.
Zhang Yixin pulled Lin Bei into the bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, she looked at Lin Bei and apologized, "I'm sorry, husband, it's all my fault, I've caused you trouble again."
"It's a small matter, small matter. But after giving that three million to Auntie, I really am out of money," Lin Bei said with an unconcerned smile.
"Sigh."
