"So how much do you want?" Ye Feng was completely speechless by now, snorted coldly, and looked at his aunt, who he was not very familiar with, and asked in a deep voice.
"It should be around twenty thousand, right? Considering the value of money now and before, it should be that much." Wu Qin completely ignored Ye Feng's displeasure, tapped her fingers as she calculated carefully, and arrived at a price of around twenty thousand.
"Mom, how much do we owe Uncle Ye?" Once he had the other party's price, Ye Feng turned and asked his mother.
"Over the years, it seems we have owed Uncle Ye quite a few tens of thousands." Liu Jiao'er tilted her head and calculated vaguely responding.
"Go, get 1.2 million in cash from the car." Before coming here, Ye Feng had prepared a lot of cash specifically to deal with this kind of trouble.
After taking the car keys, Chen Ling put down her bowl and went out; she was obviously going to the car to get the money.
