"How are you, not hurt, right?" Sitting in a stretched Bentley, Mr. Liu instructed a subordinate to open a few bottles of high-end liquor, and handed a glass to Liu Mou, You Xue, and Ye Feng each.
Liu Mou took the drink and smiled with a trace of heart, "I'm fine, but Mr. Liu, there is something I'm unclear about."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu gently sipped from his glass, "What is it? Should it be why I spent a fortune to buy you a store?"
Liu Mou, somewhat stunned, nodded. A wave of surprise flooded his heart, "Could it really be for me? That's ten million we're talking about, no small sum. Even if the store thrived continuously, it would take a good while to pay it off." Thinking of this, Liu Mou suddenly remembered the seven million plus he had left in his card, which, even if given all to Mr. Liu, would still fall short.
