"Well, thanks then!" After Lin Banxia finished speaking, she quickly took a few steps forward, flagged down a taxi, and left.
Huo Yanting watched the direction the taxi disappeared into, his handsome face once again darkening.
Old Sir Huo truly kept his word—he had his assistant invite more than a dozen master craftsmen from all over the country. They were meticulously restoring every board and beam of the pear garden. Moreover, the damaged flowers and plants were being replaced with even more luxurious and rare species to fill the gaps.
Lin Banxia sat on a large stone, her small hand propping up her chin, the sound of hammering echoing in her ears. Her mood was utterly disheartened.
Three days had passed already, and Lin Banxia had constantly been thinking about that bet with Lin Shiyi.
In her mind, she kept wondering why that woman hadn't come to fulfill her promise yet. Didn't she say she would give her one million?
It seemed like Lin Shiyi was planning to default.
