Xu Ying blinked: "Ride a motorcycle back to the rescue center."
"Take the helicopter. It's fast." Qiao Yanli stopped her, "Besides, it's hot and sunny in the afternoon. Just leaving my rescuer here doesn't sit well with me."
Xu Ying turned to look at her bike: "Ah, then what about my motorcycle?"
Qiao Yanli glanced at Xu Ying's old motorcycle, worn from the sand and wind, and simply said, "I'll get you a new one."
Xu Ying: "Huh?!"
How nice it is to be rich!
Just as Xu Ying was stunned, Qiao Yanli handed her a check for three million.
"Miss Xu, you're the savior of Yu Xi; I really don't know how to thank you."
"A small token, please accept it."
A large check, just like in TV dramas, was handed to Xu Ying, leaving her dumbfounded.
Xu Ying quickly waved her hand: "No, no, that's really too much!"
If it were a few thousand or ten thousand, she could accept it with peace of mind, but with three million thrown in like that, Xu Ying's brain was buzzing.
