Jie Jinghun furrowed his brows tightly, staring at Qin Mei in a daze. His financial situation simply wouldn't allow it, leaving him without the courage to compete. Ten thousand? He and Shen Qing could afford that. Twenty thousand? Without alarming Aunt Qiao, they could probably scrape it together with his mother-in-law's family. But one hundred thousand?!
Jie Jingchen felt no sympathy for Jie Jinghun. He had already tried to save Jinghun's pride, but if Jinghun insisted on walking right into a blow to his ego, what could he do?
"Jie Jingsi, let's go withdraw the money," Qin Mei said. "Human traffickers will only take cash; they definitely won't accept bankbooks."
"No rush. I've made an appointment with the bank. We'll withdraw the money before four o'clock," Jie Jingchen replied.
Qin Mei was slightly taken aback. This guy really thought of everything, arranging every detail flawlessly.
