An Lan had just reached the door when she suddenly turned back, Ouyang Yan's indignation had no time to fade before she stiffened, then asked through gritted teeth, one word at a time, "Do you have any more advice?"
"Advice is hardly the word, Miss Ouyang, just exchanging contact information." An Lan smiled slightly and held her mobile phone in her hand, giving it a gentle shake.
Ouyang Yan didn't understand what An Lan was playing at but hesitantly exchanged contact information with her. Soon after, her own phone buzzed with a vibration. She looked at it and found a string of numbers sent to her.
At this moment, An Lan spoke in a timely manner, "If Miss Ouyang regrets, just transfer eighteen million to this card, and I will donate the money on behalf of Miss Ouyang to those who need it."