Ye Chen and Su Xiyue followed Wang Ma into the room, and as soon as they entered, they were taken aback by the spartan environment inside.
The old sofa, the clearly aged television, and the other household facilities were barely visible.
Although Wang Ma worked as a nanny in Su Xiyue's home, the salary was quite high, even higher than the average white-collar worker's pay. Over the years, it must have totaled up to hundreds of thousands, if not a million.
With so much saved, for the house to still look so rundown was a clear indication that there was a problem.
Ye Chen squinted his eyes and took a seat on the sofa, pulling Su Xiyue to sit beside him.
Wang Cuifang brought over several glasses of water and placed them in front of Ye Chen and Su Xiyue, then sat opposite them together with Wang Ma.
"Wang Ma, what exactly do you need the three hundred thousand for?"
Su Xiyue's expression softened as she got straight to the point.
