An Huaixing was terrified, trembling. The man in front of him was too cruel; he dared to speak like that, he might really do it.
Not wanting to lose a hand over misreporting assets, he responded, "More than six hundred thousand."
Having estimated, Lin Yifan guessed An Huaixing didn't have more money than that, so he ordered, "Transfer the money to my account now!"
"Sorry, my hands are broken, I can't operate; take my phone and do it for me."
"Where is your phone?" Lin Yifan asked.
"In the drawer," An Huaixing answered.
Lin Yifan approached An Huaixing's desk, pulled open the drawer, and looked for the phone.
The instant the drawer was pulled open, he was shocked; because he saw a large pile of condoms.
"Damn! This lecherous An Huaixing is truly unmatched! Keeping so many condoms in the office, he must have harmed many innocent girls over the years."
