One million is not a small amount for Chen Ziqi either, and for a moment she felt a bit troubled. However, after hesitating for a while, she made up her mind, "Can you give me some time? I'll find a way to get it for you!"
The middle-aged man seemed surprised. It appeared that this girl came from a well-off family. But he would never agree; one million meant nothing to him. His intention was to get Xia Xin and make her his lover. If he agreed, wouldn't his plans fall apart?
"No way, I want it now," the middle-aged man said arrogantly, "If you can't give it to me now, then I'll take her away."
"How can you be like this? I've said, give me some time!" Chen Ziqi was a bit anxious, "I can get you the money right away!"
"Okay, here's the deal: within three minutes, one million in cash appears in front of me, and I'll let her go."
