Hearing Ou Lan speak like that, Lin Ziran felt gravely insulted. With a "smack" she slammed the table, "Ou Xiaolan, are you looking down on me? Since when have I not been the backbone you could rely on? Would I really keel over from fright because of some money? Have the years I've been your boss meant nothing? Am I such a spineless person?"
Ou Lan still looked at her timidly, "So... can I really talk about it?"
"Say it, say it, say it!"
Ou Lan opened her mouth then clamped it shut again. The amount of money was too much, she generally didn't dare to talk about it, fearing walls have ears. It might make her a target for robbery or assassination.
So, she took out her mobile phone, silently logged into her mobile banking, then pulled up the balance page and pushed the phone towards Lin Ziran.
