"You're asking me for money? Well, you picked the right person." Bai Yizhu sneered, "Today, your son's hired limousines haven't been paid for yet. You settle that before hitting me up?"
A man nearby was startled and pulled the old lady aside. Bai Yizhu relaxed his grip and rubbed his hands on his clothes, "Mom, that limousine is expensive, I'm sure it costs a pretty penny."
The old lady softened upon hearing this, "If you want money, ask my son, but you must return what this little niece gave you!"
"Heh, just wait." Bai Yizhu took out his phone, made a call to have someone go to the bank immediately, then sent a text to have all the money converted into dimes and put in sacks: "Just wait, it'll be here soon." He finished speaking and sat down with Luo Qianqian.
