Ding——
Han Jing was startled by the sound, glanced at the phone in his hand, and pressed a few buttons without it lighting up, only to then remember his phone was turned off.
Han Jing immediately fished out his phone from his pocket.
There was a text message.
[I'll give you ten million, do you want a bank transfer or credit card?]
Han Jing: "..."
Han Jing suddenly didn't understand what Chuzheng was up to.
He asked for three million, and she was offering him ten million?
Based on Han Jing's understanding of the Mi Family, they shouldn't have that much money...
Han Jing replied with a dark expression.
[Did you call the police?]
[No.]
Han Jing was a bit hesitant, unsure whether to believe it.
[You better not have, or you'll be collecting the corpse of your new love! I only want three million, don't play tricks!]
Hey!
What's with this kid!
You're being offered more money and you don't want it.
