"How much?"
Wang Yan thought there had to be something wrong with her ears.
"Did you say... two hundred?"
Zhao Hui snapped, "Two hundred? In your dreams. It's two million!"
Huh?!
Wang Yan's jaw dropped. Even Mr. and Mrs. Zhao stared at him, stunned. Two million! That was more savings than the Zhao Family could have scraped together in 200 years!
And now, he had received it as a simple year-end bonus!
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao exchanged a look but said nothing. They had to keep their composure. Their son was acting so nonchalant, as if two million was an insignificant sum!
They couldn't be like their daughter-in-law, getting so flustered. How undignified!
Mr. Zhao stuck a cigarette between his lips. Mrs. Zhao saw his hand trembling and cursed inwardly, 'Just as hopeless!'
She didn't realize she wasn't doing any better; she tried to pick up a piece of meat several times but couldn't get a grip on it, her own chopstick-wielding hand trembling as well.
