"Nuannuan, do you really think your husband is so rich and foolish?"
Huo Beichen chuckled as he pulled the woman in the wheelchair into his embrace, lowered his head, and gently pressed a deep kiss on the woman's angrily furrowed brow, "Don't be so insecure about your own judgment; I might have a bit too much money, but I'm not stupid!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Huo Beichen, what do you mean?"
Hearing this, Yang Yuerong tensed up, her nerves instantly stretched to the limit, "Get to the point. Ten billion yuan, deposited into my account, and I'll leave right now. How about it?"