The sudden money transfer made Lee Yanyi dumbfounded. He took a closer look and found that the name of the owner of the bank was Zhou zhangju.
"What's the matter, Mr. Li?" Wu Yungui looked at Lee Yanyi, who was dumbfounded like a Husky, and couldn't help but ask.
"Uh ... I'm fine." "That's what he said," Lee Yanyi answered on the surface, but he was thinking that Zhou zhangju didn't seem to owe him any money.
While Lee Yanyi was still confused, he received another message on his phone.
[My flight was delayed, so I can't leave today. I'll only leave next week. I suddenly remembered that you treated me to a meal last August, and I said that I'd treat you next time. So, this lunch is on me.]
"This guy is really particular." Lee Yanyi said in his heart. Actually, he didn't remember what had happened last year. But it seemed that it might have happened.
