"Is it really that convenient?" Lin Yifan was surprised.
He had long been in the battlefield and among the troops and did not know that internet technology had advanced so much.
"It's really this convenient! Give me your bank account number quickly."
Young Master Zhao was even more anxious than Lin Yifan, as he was in so much pain, and wanted to settle the matter quickly so he could go to the hospital.
Lin Yifan didn't waste words, and immediately took out a bank card from an old wallet, handing it to Young Master Zhao, "Don't play tricks on me; if the money isn't received, I will break your legs."
"Don't worry, the money will definitely be there!"
To Young Master Zhao, one hundred thousand Yuan really wasn't much. He only wanted to leave as soon as possible, find someone to deal with Lin Yifan later, and take back the one hundred thousand Yuan.
"Xiaocui, use my phone to transfer one hundred thousand to him; or you can use your phone, and I'll reimburse you later."
