"Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Didn't your dad agree?"
Lin Beichen glanced at Zhuo Yifan standing at the doorway in a daze and couldn't help but ask.
Zhuo Yifan snapped back to reality and quickly replied, "No, my dad agreed. He's already making the transfer; it should arrive soon."
Just as he finished speaking, Lin Beichen's phone chimed with a text notification from the bank—a whole 100 million had been transferred.
"Your dad sure is efficient," Lin Beichen nodded in satisfaction.
Now he could renovate Xuanzhen Temple and attract more followers to increase his Faith Value.
Hearing that the money had arrived, Zhuo Yifan immediately cast aside his doubts about Ao Du and asked excitedly, "Mr. Lin, can you go back to the Chinese-Owned Factory with me now? Everyone's waiting for you to return and apologize."
Lin Beichen glanced at him and shook his head slowly, "No."
"Why not? The money's already been transferred."
Zhuo Yifan asked with a dumbfounded look.
