Du Lai felt a bit dazed, so much so that his gaze was locked on that card, but his hand hesitated to reach out and take it.
Qiao Na waited for a while, then placed the card on the side cabinet by the door, calmly saying, "There's seventy million in cash on the card, and also, Mr. Fu is gifting you two properties worth sixty million. You can live in them, sell them, or rent them out for income. Later, a lawyer will send over the relevant documents."
Du Lai listened in a daze.
Qiao Na withdrew outside the door, "Mr. Du, please rest well."
"Wait… wait a minute!" Du Lai finally found his voice.
Qiao Na stopped in her tracks.
"Fu…" Du Lai's tongue felt dry as he opened his mouth to ask, "…Fu Miaoxue, how is she?"
Qiao Na looked at him expressionlessly, "Mr. Du, that's not a concern you should have."
Du Lai remained silent.
Qiao Na left the room.
