Ying Zheng gripped the edge of the table with one hand and then heaved himself up with difficulty, burying his obese frame into the chair as if the action was too challenging, leaving him huffing and puffing, his fat-covered face beading with sweat the size of beans.
"That uh... Fang Yi, I'm suddenly feeling a bit unwell, got my 'Aunt Flo' visiting, so... maybe we can talk another day?" Ying Zheng struggled to say, clearly taken aback by the figure Fang Yi had suggested.
Even though Ying Zheng was fabulously wealthy—boasting substantial wealth and often acting capriciously with his money—a billion dollars was still a staggering amount. He was sure his ears hadn't deceived him; even if the person borrowing money was his own uncle, that was an exorbitant sum to ask for.
A billion dollars!
Fang Yi watched Ying Zheng, finding this fat man quite amusing. Shameless, with a thick skin that reached a certain level, he had the audacity to mention 'Aunt Flo.'
