Ever since they left the hospital, Xiao Han's expression had been rather somber. "What's wrong?" Liu Chang couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Han curled his lips and said, "I've made a formidable enemy over a trivial sum of money, such a loss."
Trivial money? Both of them couldn't help but be shocked. It was a hundred million, not just one or two! Xiao Han looked as if he had suffered a great loss, what exactly did he consider a large sum of money?
"Here you go, wife." Xiao Han stuffed the check into Fang Yun's hands, causing her to shiver at once. She quickly tried to shove the money back at him.
A hundred million, heavens, Xiao Han was too generous.
"What are you doing, wife?" Xiao Han asked, displeased.
"The money is too much, I can't accept it. Just loan me three hundred thousand, that will be enough," Fang Yun hurriedly said.
"If you don't want it, just throw it away. I, Xiao Han, have never had the habit of taking back what I've given," Xiao Han said indifferently.
