"What's wrong, Director Leng? Do you think your daughter's happiness is not worth five million?"
There was no sound from Leng Huaijin's side for a long time. Mu Qinghuan asked again as if she was watching a show.
Shen Yiyi looked at Leng Huaijin sadly and asked, "Daddy, are you lying to me again?"
The little girl's mouth drooped, as if she was about to cry again.
Leng Huaijin immediately said, "No, no. Daddy will ask Auntie Mu to come and pick you up now."
Then, he said to Mu Qinghuan on the other end of the phone, "Send me your bank account number on WeChat. I will get my assistant to call you."
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"Weiyang, Leng Huaijin is too rich. He really called me five million. And now it's in the account. "
Mu Qinghuan drove her small red beetle to pick up Shen Yiyi. Just as she was about to drive away, she received a message from the bank informing her that there was an extra five million in her bank account.
This was too, too fast.