Tang Shaofeng's hand holding the car keys trembled violently as he reluctantly handed over his beloved car to Jiang Xiaobai.
"Hey, Big Young Master Tang, you aren't playing tricks on me, are you? Didn't you say twenty million had already been transferred? Why haven't I received a text from the bank yet?"
Jiang Xiaobai held his mobile phone, constantly waiting for the bank's credit notification.
Tang Shaofeng said with a pained expression, "I really don't know what's going on."
"Hurry up and make a call to check, I'm telling you, don't even think about playing me!" Jiang Xiaobai glared at Tang Shaofeng, frightening Shaofeng into thinking that Jiang Xiaobai was about to hit him again.
Trembling, Tang Shaofeng picked up his mobile phone and called finance. As soon as the call connected, he started cursing loudly, "TMD, why hasn't the money been credited yet? Are you ****ing kidding me? Do you still want your job?"
