"Thirty million means nothing to the Lu Family. I heard their old madam recently bought some wood things for over fifty million. Do they have such little guts? With Yueyue like this, forget thirty million, even eighty million would be a steal for them."
Zhou Ping looked at Lin Guoping coming in from outside; he was now wearing a suit, a stark contrast to his previous simple thrift. It's said that Lin Guoping visits Lin Yang's fruit shop every day; the son's business seems to have become his, and people call him Boss Lin.
"Giving thirty million is already very generous. Rich people are smart; they're rich but not foolish. Giving me eighty million? Impossible." Chu Xiu wasn't that naive. She believed thirty million was already a lot.
Lin Guoping still found it insufficient—this thirty million!!!! She hasn't received it yet.
"Who exactly are you texting?" Lin Yang's voice grew louder, like a hysterical roar.
