A million. Gulping down a mouthful, Xie Yong swallowed nervously: "Luo Chao, what do you do?"
Luo Chao smacked his lips and said, "I work as an administrative clerk in a big company. Why?"
"How do you have so much money?" Xie Yong knew about Luo Chao's family situation, it wasn't much better than his own, and Luo Chao hadn't even taken the college entrance exam back then; he had gone straight into the army. It's impossible for him to have earned a million in just a few years, and certainly not on a clerk's salary.
Luo Chao shrugged it off: "My wife gave it to me."
"Are you also..." Xie Yong sighed, his expression seemed to say — fellow travelers in this vast world, why bother acquainting when already connected by fate.
Luo Chao rolled his eyes: "Cut the crap, do you have a bank card or not? I'll transfer the money to you."
