"What's the matter, from the look on your face, you seem a bit unwilling."
Ye Chen furrowed his brow and said, "It seems my hand still isn't red enough."
"No, don't come over, I'll give it, I'll give it now."
Zheng Zeming looked at Ye Chen approaching with a face full of fear, scared to death.
This was a ruthless man who could even kill Flying Tiger; if he got beaten up by him again, he wouldn't think about leaving alive today.
Zheng Zeming hurriedly took out a credit card from his body and handed it to Ye Chen.
"Big... Big Brother, this is all my money, just enough for this amount, there's no more."
Zheng Zeming told Ye Chen the password with trembling hands, his face full of agony.
Although his family was wealthy, his monthly allowance was only several hundred thousand, and to him, these five million were enough to bankrupt him.
"Feifei, take this."
Ye Chen casually handed the card to Liu Fangfei.