Helian Sulan took the check handed by Mrs. Zhang, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Here's a million, take the money and get out of Qingcheng City as fast as you can."
"A million?" Feng Wen Yue's eyes were cold, "Just a million to try and dismiss me? Madam, you haven't changed a bit since back then, you're still underestimating people!"
Helian Sulan didn't expect that the once honest rural woman would dare to talk back to her like this, "Feng Wen Yue, you'd better not be ungrateful. I'm willing to give you this million; you should thank your ancestors for such luck."
"Ha!"
Feng Wen Yue let out a cold laugh, "So it seems that the wonderfully happy marriage between Madam and Sir is only worth a million. Since Madam is unwilling to cooperate, I guess I'll just have to go find Sir."
"I suppose that news won't be worth just a million to Sir!"
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